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| The peom that doesn't rhyme | ||||||||||||||||||||
| My thoughts devour my soul Driving myself crazy thinking of you my head is full of devestating regret knowing I've messed up wasted my time by being silent now the thoughts tear me apart I see tonight its more than I ever wanted and more than I'll ever have To perfect is real maybe thats why its hard to speak not wanting to blemish your beauty as the tear drops slowly roll I know I'll have to let you go and thats why it hurts so much not wanting to hurt sounds great but it is worth a thousand times the pain only to see you standing there not saying a word being in your presence is the best thing yet nothing i know is greater sitting here feeling what thousands of others have amazed how they've made it through in the background Chris sings of troubles troubles I've never known but somehow relate making me feel as if I'll break but just to have these beautiful feelings is worth every drop of liquid emotion on this page |
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