Kept away in a shoe box that you won’t find

I’m more a girl, than a man

more hurt than loved,

more rain to love

than a sun above.

I feel my heart break

each time the truth is out

as for each truth, out a million lies.

I must learn to play the game

As the game likes to play me instead.

And I end up keeping all these feelings inside.

I did love the way your face felt against mine

Or how your lips tasted, softly tasting mine

But you’re a season that passes with time

And you do as seasons do,

they don’t stay.

I’ll never forget the day when we met

I fell for every one of your lies…

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~ by cendana on April 29, 2010.

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