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She moves right past me Not a word is said I feel her breathe on me And I wish I were dead She takes from me All I ever cared for And she leaves me alone Broken on the floor And it's true it's true I still think of you I still wonder how you are & Even though ur at afar It's true it's true I still wonder how you are |
Short and descriptive lines portraying a depth of feeling that is only completely understood by someone that's gone through the same misery of having a friendship 'go bad'... Very well written! | Posted on 2007-07-21 00:00:00 | by Beulah | [ Reply to This ] | |