blah

Jul 06, 2004 23:23

As i lay here.. living in the past. gazing at the sun.. watchin it beam unto the grass. I still hear you voice, so gentle so soft, slowly the sun goes down, and your silence kills me.
As i sleep here.. dreaming of you, how our tendencies were.. so loving, so smoothe. and i hear you call my name, shout it out, shout it out once more. can you speak any clearer? (love?) your voice is hollow and torn.

Whisper it to me, tell me its over. I just can't get over you.
sing me a lullaby, let it be my last. i just can't live without you.

so i'm horrible, i know. atleast i admit to it
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