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Saturday, May 12, 2012

Fly

I see your face but I can't understand what you're saying.
You're looking at me like you understand me, but you don't. 
It's obvious that I don't trust, anyone.
So why are you still here?
I'm tired of the pain, the hurt, and the lies.
And all the half sincere goodbyes.
Sometimes I just want it all to end.
To end.
But when I see you standing there, looking at me like you really care.
You start to make me believe, that I could fly.
So high, so high.
That I could fly.
Now I don't know what you want from me, but I can guarantee that you won't get it.
I've built up walls, yet you keep trying to tear them down.
Are you a fool or am I a fool?
Is it me you want?
Or are you just putting up a front?
I'm tired of the pain, the hurt, and the lies.
And all those half sincere goodbyes.
Sometimes I wish it would all just end.
Just end.
But when I see you standing there, looking at me like you really care.
You start to make me believe, that I could fly.
So high, so high.
That I could fly...

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