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Jan 2015
The page has now turned,
The thought of you lingers in my in far from infalible mind,
I'm too scared to move I feel like I'm trapped in this place,
I feel like I'm trapped in this time.
I just want to move on
But I feel like I still have something to fight for.
Even though you're gone, and its because of me
I want to go back right where we used to be.
It's unhealthy I know
for me to just come and then go.
for me to push and then pull
I don't know what I want,
I'm just a loveless fool.
You played me like a violin.
Pulling my stings
making me sing
Sing the most beautiful tune,
when I was happy and I was with you.
Pulling my strings
and making me sing
the saddess songs that sting
even the most heartless of hearts couldn't make me sing
the way you do.
and now that you're gone I'm here wondering who.
who am i?
Am i slick?
am I sligh?
will i sink?
or will i fly?
why does not the world know why
who am I?
who am I?
who am I?
With out you my words surely die,
wilting like a flower thats been in water too long.
wilting because it heard the violin's saddest song.
My socks are turning blue
from all the tears I've cried for you.
I ask myself...
with out you i am who?
Stfuitsjordan
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