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I see the eyes of an angel glisten in the moonlight, I see her golden smile as I say something witty and charming, I listen carfully to the whispers of her precious voice in the wind, I beg for the attention from my dream girl. I watch her hands as they move, waiting for a chance to touch the silk like skin of her touch. With every glance I see, I swollow my emotions and with hold my frozen tears. Every time I see the night end, I beg for one more look, one more touch, one more-anything. I open the car door and as I leave the scene of the stage, I'm not longer pretending my presence, real tears form and I become as weak and fragile as a newborn child. I cry over the thoughts that flow within my mind, I cry over the thought of my next move, I cry over what isn't mine to cry over. I'm told in my script, that I'm supposed to wait, and it will come to me. Just hold on, a little longer-it will be alright. All I feel is my dreams crumbling beneith me, all I feel is my heart bleeding under her feet. I scream the words of passion and love, but instead of my words being repeated back to me, all I hear is them being eckoed in the distance, from where she used to stand, now is an empty space. My love, where are you? I'm looking for you, are you looking for me too?