Wednesday, 27 October 2010

You mean that much to me

And it's hard to show
Gets hectic inside of me
When you go

Can I confess these things to you
Well I don't know
Embedded in my chest
And it hurts to hold

I couldn't spill my heart
My eyes gleam looking in from the dark
I walk out in stormy weather

Hold my words, keep us together
Steady walking but bound to trip
Should release but just tighten my grip

And when the day come
It will have all been fun
We'll talk about it soon

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