Walking around
in the quiet room,
thinking about you
when i'm not suppose to,
remembering those times
when you made me laugh,
i really miss those sweetest times.
Remembering your face,
remembering your hair,
remembering your jokes
when i was sad,
you were trouble,
i didn't know,
now i'm all alone
in a very dark hole,
first were smiles,
than were tears,
than alone with a heart of fear,
being Blind is not me,
but now i see,
you're really bad,
now i sit,
and drown alone.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
Walking around
in the quiet room,
thinking about you
when i'm not suppose to,
remembering those times
when you made me laugh,
i really miss those sweetest times.
Remembering your face,
remembering your hair,
remembering your jokes
when i was sad,
you were trouble,
i didn't know,
now i'm all alone
in a very dark hole,
first were smiles,
than were tears,
than alone with a heart of fear,
being Blind is not me,
but now i see,
you're really bad,
now i sit,
and drown alone.
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