As you did last night,
Underneath the city lights.
There, walking with your friends,
Laughing at the moon.
I swear you looked right through me.
But I,
Still living with the old goodbye.
And you're,
Just going on with your life.
How can you just walk on by,
Without one tear in your eye?
Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that's just your way,
Of dealing with the pain.
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall.
Like we never at all.
You, I hear you're doing fine,
Seems like you're doing well,
As far as I can tell.
Time, is leaving us behind,
Another week has passed,
And still I havn't laughed yet.
So tell me,
What your secret is of letting go?
Letting go like you did.
How can you just walk on by,
Without one tear in your eye?
Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that's just your way,
Of dealing with the pain.
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall.
Like we never at all.
Did you forget the magic?
Did you forget the passion?
Did you ever miss me,
Have longed to kiss me?
Maybe that's just your way,
Of dealing with the pain.
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall.
Like we never at all.
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That song. Rawks my socks. Faith Hill - Like We Never Loved At All.
KAYSO. Shitload of draa in my life. Were the HELL are the fucking cameras? Shouldn't someone be taping this shit!? COME ON MTV. HERE'S A NEW RETARDED REAL-LIFE SERIES.
Yeah. Not talking about that. x_x I'm sick of thinking about it, read some of my new poems and the song I'm relating myself to right now. Kay um.. OMG. I'm reading this FUCKINGAWESOMEKICKASSBIRDERIFIC book. The Sight, David-Clement-Davies or something like that. It's really awesome. I needed to write down who everybody is related to but that's ok.









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