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Nov 2014
So sick of listening,
To the sound of my own tears.
I try to hide my emotions from the world,
But i cant hide them from you.

Every now and then,
I try just a little bit harder.
But it doesn't heal the pain of knowing,
You don't see me that way.

As my night tears start to form,
The morning dew on the ground.
And the flowers fill the air with fragrances,
That fills my head with the scent of you.

My troubled heart,
Is still in the dark of my sorrow.
You only choose me when you are hurting,
Why don't you see me, hold me, chose me.

But you don't see my saddened eyes,
Blurring with tears.
As again my heart becomes shattered,
Into thousands of little pieces.

Being consumed by darkness,
Loosing all hope.
Of your arms to hold me together,
I once again fade into the shadows.

I see you In the arms of another,
And my heart is broken once more.
Will I just be the best friend for ever,
Just the girl from next door.
Sheila Hackett
Written by
Sheila Hackett  Lancaster
(Lancaster)   
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   LA Brown and Goingawayayayay
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