I want you back now that you are gone,
And for my sin i'll atone.
My heart's a pit no lovecan fill,
Beraft of joy, beraft of will.
I stumble through my days of stone,
And now the blame is all my own.
I couldnot tell my self i loved,
Far easier not to be moved.
You as i did for fear of pain,
Than moved to love, and hurt again.
How stupied! i loved anyway,
Please rescue me, this tortue stay.
And for my sin i will atone,
I want you back now that you are gone,
i miss you, without you i feel alone...
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