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Your hot, then your cold,
these games they grow old.
My thoughts, are your gain,
your thoughts are my pain
These memories they last,
taken from the past.
Time slips away,
then night becomes day.
Those days spent with you,
until the evening comes to.
Nothing more to ask for,
except for another night?
Nights filled with stars,
this time, it is ours.
Moments that we'll share,
ruin them- i wont dare.
To have you alone,
keeps our secrets unknown.
Just you and I,
As we watch the time pass us by.
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Sitting here in a crowded room,
The only thing I think of is you.
...Random times and those spent apart,
All are held in a secret spot.
Never could they know your actual hold over me.
The days seem shorter as they come and go.
And the nights feel longers, and I'll never know.
You have a way of speaking, where every word has a different meaning.
Grasping on strings, little spindles of hope.
Waiting for someone to toss me a rope.
I feel like im falling and i cant get up.
Just keep getting stuck, stuck in this rut.
Of not knowing whats next, and where to go.
You were the only thing I thought I'd need to know.
As it turns out, I was mistaken.
All along you were just faking.
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Nugget withdraw
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Another night...
Your hot, then your cold, these games they grow old. My thoughts, are your gain, your thoughts are my pain These memories they last, taken from the past. Time slips away, then night becomes day. Those days spent with you, until the evening comes to. Nothing more to ask for, except for another night? Nights filled with stars, this time, it is ours. Moments that we'll share, ruin them- i wont dare. To have you alone, keeps our secrets unknown. Just you and I, As we watch the time pass us by.
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My work in progress...
Sitting here in a crowded room, The only thing I think of is you. ...Random times and those spent apart, All are held in a secret spot. Never could they know your actual hold over me. The days seem shorter as they come and go. And the nights feel longers, and I'll never know. You have a way of speaking, where every word has a different meaning. Grasping on strings, little spindles of hope. Waiting for someone to toss me a rope. I feel like im falling and i cant get up. Just keep getting stuck, stuck in this rut. Of not knowing whats next, and where to go. You were the only thing I thought I'd need to know. As it turns out, I was mistaken. All along you were just faking.
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