Dedicated
This summer, I will make you mine. I will come sneak in from behind and grab you by the throat. I'll do whatever it takes. believe.you.me.
though, i suppose,',',.;...
you know what you need right now and i see that its not me and ive forced myself to realize that it may never be but when i make you smile things always look promising for a while
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I'll close my eyes and hope that when they open again, the burden will no longer seem to last a lifetime, but rather be a fleeting feeling like all.
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the feeling of standing with audience flashlights glued in gaze, bright, unsteady, makes calves cower.
But in all seriousness, will somebody please tell me what it is I want? Then, maybe, we can watch the reflection of the moon on the wet sand of the retreating tide and smile in the wonder that we're still alive.
though, i suppose,',',.;...
you know what you need right now and i see that its not me and ive forced myself to realize that it may never be but when i make you smile things always look promising for a while
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I'll close my eyes and hope that when they open again, the burden will no longer seem to last a lifetime, but rather be a fleeting feeling like all.
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the feeling of standing with audience flashlights glued in gaze, bright, unsteady, makes calves cower.
But in all seriousness, will somebody please tell me what it is I want? Then, maybe, we can watch the reflection of the moon on the wet sand of the retreating tide and smile in the wonder that we're still alive.