January 04, 2005 | |
The world is turning dreary When none of your acts will transfigure your past Nor will anything you articulate When the forlorn hours of despondency Are driving you round the bend When the heavens don't gleam with stars anymore When your friends don't discern you anymore When nobody heeds for your endurance When there are tears in your eyes When you gaze into the mirror And you feel curtailed Because a certain sorrow in your mind That you can't annihilate Lingers along... Don't fret... Cause you're mine. And I'll be there by you One Day It Won'T Hurt So Much hey ...its for yew I live in fear that one day I will go to bed And not cry myself to sleep That one night I will not toss and turn Dreaming of you With me, together, As it was meant to be That one morning I will not wake up and clutch At the empty space beside me And spend my first waking moment Thinking fo you But one day I will not cry myself to sleep And one morning that space will not be empty And for that I hate you Almost a much as I love you | |
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