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the tigher i grasp at the sand in my hands, i realize it only escapes faster. but now that i've clenched my fingers, relaxing them only allows more sand to fall through them. what do i do? do i try with all my ability to hold on to every last grain that i can, or do i let it go?
he won't let me in
she won't acknowlege me
she is never home
we're finally free to meet, but he's never home
getting close to him, but afraid of what will come
i know she doesn't like me
he dislikes me because of that
don't think he cares one way or another
and she's always too busy for me
the nine people closest to me or that i'd like to be closest with... this aren't looking up...
he won't let me in
she won't acknowlege me
she is never home
we're finally free to meet, but he's never home
getting close to him, but afraid of what will come
i know she doesn't like me
he dislikes me because of that
don't think he cares one way or another
and she's always too busy for me
the nine people closest to me or that i'd like to be closest with... this aren't looking up...