SOMTHING, NOTHING...
\		I don’t know why I still do it Everyday I look for your face, just a glimpse The love I feel so one sided, why? I run and scream at the demons attacking you Only scaring you further from me Dancing at night under moon, I cry Wishing and wanting you back I can’t believe what I’ve done Never should have looked away                                  Lost you in the moment                     Love is for ever....   I made a promise, that I would never leave And in all the world there is no place I want to be For all the pain and all the hate I still survive, upon the scraps of my soul I’m all I need to exist, but with you I live Something more than nothing   Everything I had was you Everything I wanted was all in you You were the person I could never be, then I blinked You ran as fast as you could, let these others love you Forever dyning the fact that I love you Forever and never ending, I will hold my love for you Even in death I will smile upon your face, soaring among the clouds As I sit in hell walking to the gates everyday Dying everyday, just for a glimpse Don’t let me scare you, know that what I am saying is true Let down your gaurd, I do love you, for its only me, I am alone   I made a promise, that I would never leave And in all the world there is no place I want to be For all the pain and all the hate I still survive, upon the scraps of my soul I’m all I need to exist, but with you I live Something more than nothing
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