years from now will i still be waiting for somebody else to understand?
and then what?
and then there is nothing left for you
and then there is nothing that reminds me of you
and then there is no more heartache
and then there will be no air left for you to breathe
and then there will be no space for you inside the heart
and then there will no longer exist such a thing called -blank-
and then there are no more arguments in silence
and then there are no more feelings left inside
and then there are no quiet sundays in sunshine with you
and then.
there is only me.
Skrivet av copingwithfear, 2007-02-18 23:35
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