Thursday, August 2, 2007

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Dying, regretting the time I lost
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over
I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry
These streets we traveled on will undergo our same lost past

I found you here, now please just stay for a while
I can move on with you around
I handed you my mortal life, but will it be forever?