Friday, March 04, 2005

A storm is all I foresee

Yes it hurts when you dont call
when you dont speak
when you dont care
It hurts more when you are not there

Sorry if you are everything I love
all that I crave
all that I want
I am sorry that you are not who you were

You came like a breeze
So gentle and so sweet
You wanna leave like one
But a storm is all I foresee

I cant hold on but I wont let go
Time trickles down, like blood on my brow
I am gonna wait this out or
I'm gonna end this right now

A storm is all I foresee, its gonna wash you out and me . . . .


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