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Tell Myself.

I wish you wouldn't hurt yourself,

You're so much better off,

But this time's set and the past isn't present,

I'm cut as deep as yours,

Charming letters and flattering smiles,

I can almost taste the passion,

How far can I go to get lost in your see-thru?

 

I don't have the heart to steal your heart from the edge of your sleeve,

And tell him I'm here and disappear to drown all of your fear,

 

900 miles could seperate an obvious shade of what we thought we made,

Pull apart and push cause I'm ready, set, going your heart to steal your way,

 

So I'm moving like a river, only heading down, to you,

To fix the forgetters and never's that we've found,

So I'm moving like a statue with my head hanging down,

To give your way back to the heart I never found, in you.

 

And here I sit, wanting you..

Can you see what I need? I can too...

It's not my fault, I did what I could do....

So I'll lie to forget the truth.....

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mark-boucher
American
Published
Oct 29, 2012
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