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Jul 2013
I'm still sitting here, waiting for a sign.
A sign that might come about,
or might not,
or I might look over because it looks like another sign,
because I'm too busy waiting, waiting for that one sign.
That sign everyone wants to see, right?
That "I love you, let's start this all over" sign.
I can't see past your current "I love you's",
And your current "I miss you's",
And your kisses,
Your embraces,
All of the stuff you used to do,
All the stuff you used to say.
So how am I supposed to 'believe in you',
when you're playing me like a fiddle?
Or are you?
I don't know.

Too busy waiting for that sign, I guess.
vivalagaygirl
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