Sitting, thinking, days gone by, of past and things left unsaid,
Cries from my heart as u slip past my touch.
Pain as I watch you grow without me, you find yourself without me.
Without me I once thought you would never live. Without me I mourned you would die.
You sliped past my grasp and stole my heart. Your robber of souls you death reaper of the hearts.
Without me..without me..i cry..without me..you live as u did with your wings alittle larger.
With out me I fear..fear.. fear what? I cry!
I fear that without you I will die..
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
Sitting, thinking, days gone by, of past and things left unsaid,
Cries from my heart as u slip past my touch.
Pain as I watch you grow without me, you find yourself without me.
Without me I once thought you would never live. Without me I mourned you would die.
You sliped past my grasp and stole my heart. Your robber of souls you death reaper of the hearts.
Without me..without me..i cry..without me..you live as u did with your wings alittle larger.
With out me I fear..fear.. fear what? I cry!
I fear that without you I will die..
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