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a new way of looking at... writings >> sean honea >> over |
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over We must be getting older... The days just come and go. I wish it went much slower For those who need to know. That the time you take Will either make or break You into who and what you are. Take this time today or let it fade away Remember life just flows so far... But am I getting older? Or just really over you... And if it went much slower Would the past be less than true. As I find my way Back from the memory Of the time- I spent with you. I'll hide my heart away and say, I could not stay... and forget that I love you. We must be getting older For the memories the same And as I think it over... I'm still holding to the pain. Of the time that day I let it fade away And buried half of me and you... I had no right to stay And so I ran away and your fear became the truth... |