I don't know who to listen to
When it comes to things like this
I can't keep it on lock, I can't just not talk
I've missed a chance that way
Lost moments lost time
Time never spent, smiles, laughs
Never shared. I won't let that happen.
Not again, no not again.
Maybe I share too much.
Maybe I put too much trust in people
I hope I'm not making a mistake
Shouldn't I stop and ask myself why am I this way?
There are things you don't understand
About me, about life about you
I don't know who to listen to
When it comes to things like this
Lost moments of time I think its time to go
We both know its not our time
Not just yet. Time and life. Life and Time.
All is left to fate and rhyme.
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Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.
J. Tworkowski
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