although i wish it were me...i let the pain put away from my heart...i wish i had the time to start all over again...with you...it was always part of a dream i would once like to live...but still now i stay up-gazing up at the weeping moon...it cries for me...as i die inside...knowing how you can care less for me...i always pick the deadly roses that cary the posionus balsam...holding on as i am young, still innocent of scars...the eternal tears of stars pour down on me...i close my eyes to whats not there...a heavenly evening...me and you...no worries of what is or what is to become...just reflecting on what is true...what's inside of me and you...but as all is just a thought...this could never be...you will never know me...and i will live on thinking of how it could be with you...
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