Abracadabra
Was the last word that I said
In hopes that you my dear
Would disappear
from the thoughts inside my head
I so wish it were magic
I so wish it were true
That all of this could really happen
And that I could forget about you
But as it now stands
With nothing up my sleeve
The memory of you
I'm afraid will never leave
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Abracadabra
Was the last word that I said
In hopes that you my dear
Would disappear
from the thoughts inside my head
I so wish it were magic
I so wish it were true
That all of this could really happen
And that I could forget about you
But as it now stands
With nothing up my sleeve
The memory of you
I'm afraid will never leave
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