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Tue 28 Mar, 2006 04:09 am
O! I'm getting sick of this
I'm getting sick of waiting around
thinking of you.
Beautiful man
to hold me
without words
that last time
you broke me
you broke me
We tried to forget
the yelling
the coldness
the desperation
of that kiss
You said nothing
you waited
in bed exhausted
my turn to be gentle
my turn to make up
my turn to be humble
my turn to feel love
I knew
you were
already
saying good bye
to my touch.....
Baby please don't go.
Baby please don't go yet.
Honey I'm sorry alone.
This is my true regret.