I would love to be patient but I don't have time
So quickly I'd move with the pace that threaten the wind
To regain my position in a heart that lost hope
A place full of bitterness, the results of my action
Where love has left torn muscles the results of happiness
A fool is my mind that never knew, the rain will always clear the dust
Now is my knees that is swelling down for forgiveness
If I could I would turn back the hands of time...
To love is nothing. To be
loved is something. But to be
loved by the person you
love… is everything...
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