Thursday, September 1, 2011

the lost song

missing you
needing you
comes as natural as breathing
don't forget me

i'm floating six feet above ground
i don't have you here to hold me down

cry, cry for me
promise me you'll cry and cry for me
why, why do we
turn this croc into a kitten
and pretend we wont get bitten

and when we do
tell me that you miss me
as much as i miss you

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