At night, I tried to tell you how I feel
But now I know it’s all so real.
You know, it’s different,
How my love is never absent,
But you never see.
How much you mean to me.
It’s like the curtains finally cued, when
Woke up to see the news,
That no matter what
My door always shuts.
7:30 in the morning,
and now--- I’m really mourning.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
At night, I tried to tell you how I feel
But now I know it’s all so real.
You know, it’s different,
How my love is never absent,
But you never see.
How much you mean to me.
It’s like the curtains finally cued, when
Woke up to see the news,
That no matter what
My door always shuts.
7:30 in the morning,
and now--- I’m really mourning.
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