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It’s been ten months and six days, The pain is still so fresh, Every day it gets worse, I never get pass that hill. I just wish you were here to hold me; when I cry myself to sleep every night, On my best nights I lay in bed; pretend your next to me, But I open my eyes, And I can’t go back. I haven’t breathed a breath of life; Haven’t felt the slightest pleasure, Since the day you left this earth, But you haven’t left my world; You are my world, You just somehow left me behind, I try to let go of the past, I find myself still holding on for dear life, You’re the only thing worth keeping, I wish I could go back, There we live, In all those memories, That’s where I want to be with you. I’d do anything, Give anything up, Just to have you in my arms again, You made promises to me, I swear you’re the worst pain, I’d ever had the pleasure of keeping, Now I’ll walk my whole life through, Until I get to the gates to see you, But until that day, My heart will be beside you, Grieving at your grave.
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Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
Grieving At Your Grave..
It’s been ten months and six days, The pain is still so fresh, Every day it gets worse, I never get pass that hill. I just wish you were here to hold me; when I cry myself to sleep every night, On my best nights I lay in bed; pretend your next to me, But I open my eyes, And I can’t go back. I haven’t breathed a breath of life; Haven’t felt the slightest pleasure, Since the day you left this earth, But you haven’t left my world; You are my world, You just somehow left me behind, I try to let go of the past, I find myself still holding on for dear life, You’re the only thing worth keeping, I wish I could go back, There we live, In all those memories, That’s where I want to be with you. I’d do anything, Give anything up, Just to have you in my arms again, You made promises to me, I swear you’re the worst pain, I’d ever had the pleasure of keeping, Now I’ll walk my whole life through, Until I get to the gates to see you, But until that day, My heart will be beside you, Grieving at your grave.
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Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
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