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What did i do

Contributed by savedbydeath on Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 04:18:48 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



you left at 7:48
at night
i wonder if this is fate
dont wanna fight

we broke up at 5
this is life
i wanna pick up the knife
but its not right

while i'm sitting here
i wonder if you're there
cuz i know you're not here
and thats not fare

i miss you
yes its true
i dont know what to do
didnt know it til now but i love you

i thought you were a fake
you always talk about the lake
and now i'm crying a river
you were a giver

i never gave
i only took
i dug myself a grave
now i can look

i need you here
yes here with me
but i wanna be free
i need you here

you've gone
without saying good bye
the fun is done
and now i cry

i cant make up my mind
is that ok
now it aint ok
i need to make up my mind

will i ever see you again
you know where i am
i need to see you one last time
is that a crime

i just wanna say good bye
i dont need you seeing me cry
but i'm afraid you might
you were so bright

what ever happened
i'll never know
you were always clappen
now i know

i screwed up
what was it all about
i dont know
and i cant show

i'm sorry
i'm blurry
and i worry
i'm sorry




Copyright © savedbydeath ... [ 2005-01-19 16:18:48]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: What did i do (User Rating: 1 )
by Moshi_Moshi on Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 04:25:13 PM AEST
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Great poem! I liked it alot.


Re: What did i do (User Rating: 1 )
by Stonedraider23 on Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 09:07:37 PM AEST
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good write sorry your down n sad




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