Dennisse Afante


Lost


I lost all the words
I just read the dictionary
I lost you and my world
Can't search through the obituary

I wonder if you know your lost
You know I can't find you
I'd pay how much it'll lost
I'd do everything to find you

And everyone remind me of you
I thought they look just like you
Part of me says you; d come back home
I'd rather want thoughts of you be gone

Im so lost just like you
Im so lost looking for you
When will I find you
But first I want to find me

Searched throuughout the city
Already asked my genie
But still your lost
Yes, your so lost

Im sorry for myself
because I can't find me
I would also need your help
You know you can find me

My genie did help me
That I already knew
I'd never find me
Until I find you

Submitted: Sunday, April 17, 2011
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