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Why must it be?
Why was it that way?
Could you see?
That we were not to survive,
It was my fault I should of left it as an acquaintance,
With out those benefits,
I have ruined it with all my feelings,
I could not sort them out,
I admit at the time I thought it would work,
But now we are left with a certain muddle,
That may take time to repair,
It was fine,
Till the time,
That we were under pressure,
That day we told are self's,
It was over,
Tryin now to make it right,
But it's hard all we do is fight!
Holding........
Waiting.........
For you to reappear,
Its what made me cry,
Until I could not feel.......
Try talking its ends up in a fight,
You are not what I thought,
Where is that kind spirit?
That you had,
This is what I can't understand....
It is now not me it is you,
I can't believe I had fell for you...
It was fine,
Till the time,
That we were under pressure,
That day we told are self's,
It was over,
Trying now to make it right,
But it's hard all we is fight...
Why was it that way?
Could you see?
That we were not to survive,
It was my fault I should of left it as an acquaintance,
With out those benefits,
I have ruined it with all my feelings,
I could not sort them out,
I admit at the time I thought it would work,
But now we are left with a certain muddle,
That may take time to repair,
It was fine,
Till the time,
That we were under pressure,
That day we told are self's,
It was over,
Tryin now to make it right,
But it's hard all we do is fight!
Holding........
Waiting.........
For you to reappear,
Its what made me cry,
Until I could not feel.......
Try talking its ends up in a fight,
You are not what I thought,
Where is that kind spirit?
That you had,
This is what I can't understand....
It is now not me it is you,
I can't believe I had fell for you...
It was fine,
Till the time,
That we were under pressure,
That day we told are self's,
It was over,
Trying now to make it right,
But it's hard all we is fight...
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