Treasure Island

Pain's FallinAngel

(4/4/97 / PA)

Fading away


My importance is fading away
I am slowly slipping to your past
I have been replaced
I am crying out to you to keep me from fading away
but you just turn away and love her
While my heart is breaking and i'm trying to catch myself
but I can't
while I fade away,
I remember everything:
our first kiss,
the first time you put your arms around me
The first time i went to your house
How you made me shiver when you touched me
My first slow dance
How you made me always need to be with you
how bad you hurt me when you left me for that girl the first time
How you convinced me to give you another chance
I am fading away into the scene of you and her
Waiting for my love for you to fade away

Submitted: Sunday, October 10, 2010

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