Saturday, September 22, 2012

There Is No Winning

Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when our love is so strong? Why carry on without me? Every time I try to fly, I fall without my wings. I feel so small. I guess I need you, baby. And every time I see you in my dreams, I see your face, it's haunting me. I make believe that you are here, it's the only way I see clear. What have I done? You seem to move on easy. I have made it rain, please forgive me. My weakness caused you pain. At night I pray, that soon your face will fade away.

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