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Feb 2011
There is a place for you,
In this heart that's gone unused.
With this body I've abused,
Trying to forget about you.
Alone in this life,
The death has no peace.
With my blind eye inside,
I can see your deceipt for more.
You want more.
I want more.

I'm losing sight of you.
Far too much has changed.
I'm losing memories of what could be.
What would be.
Years have not been kind.
Your reasons are unwise.
In this vision of you're life,
We're running out of time.

I still look for you.
Are you looking for me?
I still look for you.
Are you looking for me?

Sometimes we say some stupid things we never meant.
Sometimes we hate far to much of everything.
Will you come to me,
Take away the pain of hate?
Your eyes make me see,
The final flow of fate.

I still look for you.
Are you looking for me?
I still look for you.
Are you looking for me?
Pretty straight forward.  The 6th sense we all have when our gut tells us it's not right, but we foolishly follow our hearts.
Phil Midnight
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