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We're not together but we're not apart, niether one of has all of the other's heart.
yesterday Tim came over. Ilove him. why are people told that they can't love anyone until they are old and bitter? until they love themselves? why are people convinced that love can be chopped up and measured, poured into boxes? love is a feeling, not something one can place or describe.
you melted dellusions of hatred
it's where i felt you close
it was only bottled up anguish
and the emptiness i felt most
i needed you here in the absence
when i had no more bottles to fill
when you stared into the depths of my eyes
as the sorrows just started to spill
my black and clear tears fell as i did
a release of what i had inside
you held me and wiped the streaks from my face
and found i have nothing to hide...
yesterday Tim came over. Ilove him. why are people told that they can't love anyone until they are old and bitter? until they love themselves? why are people convinced that love can be chopped up and measured, poured into boxes? love is a feeling, not something one can place or describe.
you melted dellusions of hatred
it's where i felt you close
it was only bottled up anguish
and the emptiness i felt most
i needed you here in the absence
when i had no more bottles to fill
when you stared into the depths of my eyes
as the sorrows just started to spill
my black and clear tears fell as i did
a release of what i had inside
you held me and wiped the streaks from my face
and found i have nothing to hide...