May 11, 2005 00:14
i can count how many times i have wanted out.
the moments that we were apart,
temptation, but then truth.
i can't count how many times i have walked away.
how many times i have seen your fallen grace.
i can't imagine how you feel when i walk past.
i don't see how you stand up.
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