Realize that in one second,
I can be gone.
The pressure you force,
The sound of your voice,
All make me want to turn,
Turn around and run.
How did this happen?
I will never understand,
Not until your gone.
My heart belongs with you,
But i cannot allow,
Cannot think,
Cannot believe,
Cannot want,
To be with you anymore.
My one second becomes two,
Two becomes six,
Six becomes sixty.
Leavinging isn't my option.
So what's going to happen?
I'm leaving in other ways.
In my dreams,
I'm gone,
In my thoughts,
I'm gone,
In my heart,
I'm gone.
Tear stained pillows,
They tell my story.
Devious Comments
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I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet! I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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-your not always who people believe you are-
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I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet! I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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-your not always who people believe you are-
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I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet! I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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-your not always who people believe you are-
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I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet! I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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-your not always who people believe you are-
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