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The Clock Ticks By
Contributed by
AngryBunny
on
Saturday, 30th November 2002 @ 06:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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The clock ticks by
On this Friday night
I lie in bed
With some pills in hand
If I can sleep, it'll go away
But I know you won't be there the next day
I can't believe how I miss your laugh
I've forgotten it's hard to be alone
Your love left my grasp
Being single's gotten old
What happened to
The walks we use to take?
I swore I loved you
But I wonder, was it fake?
I have every little thing
You've ever given me
It's hard to smile and so easy to cry
When I look and think back
To those happy times
So the clock ticks by
On this Friday night
I lie in bed
With some pills in hand
If I can sleep, it'll go away
But I know you won't be there the next day
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AngryBunny
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2002-11-30 06:00:00]
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Re: The Clock Ticks By
(User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on
Saturday, 30th November 2002 @ 08:12:10 AM AEST
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This is so sad, sometimes
we don't know what we had till
it's to late and that's a sad part
of life. Thanks for sharing this one
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::. |
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Re: The Clock Ticks By
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by Trisha on
Monday, 26th May 2003 @ 06:19:49 PM AEST
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| No one knows what we have intill they lose it |
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