this was always our connection
our phone call
our texts
our secret diary
that no-one else knew
we were connected
one way or another
we knew what each other thought
how to finish each others sentances
you knew when a tear was always going to fall
you knew the right time to call
the right things to say
we made mistakes
both of us
not just me
or you
both of us
its scary to know it never gona be the same
and its all gone
but nothing lasts forever
and nothing gold can stay
everything we had.
i'll be with you where ever you go.
through the eyes of the fly on the wall.
note to the girl with the tear stained face
go to bed
no-ones coming to save you
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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