I'm standing outside,
Looking through the glass.
Hoping, wishing; crying,
For another chance.
Another opportunity.
This time,
I will get it right.
The night may be cold.
The skies may be pouring.
But I will stand.
Stand, for as long as I can.
Until you give me;
One last chance,
To make you mine...
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
I'm standing outside,
Looking through the glass.
Hoping, wishing; crying,
For another chance.
Another opportunity.
This time,
I will get it right.
The night may be cold.
The skies may be pouring.
But I will stand.
Stand, for as long as I can.
Until you give me;
One last chance,
To make you mine...
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