The Way You Speak To Me, Sounds So
Full Of Anger.
The Love You Once Held Inside Yourself
For Me Has Slowily Disapeared.
The Anger Just Sets In.
I've Tried To Hold Onto My Strength,
My Hopes That Maybe You'll Change Your
Mind. But Deep Inside Myself, I Know
Your Not Mine.
Though Your Love Has Disapeared -
My Love Still Holds A Place In My Heart
For Only You...
My Dreams And Wishes Of Luck Goes Out To You..
If I'm Without You...
Wish Of Luck...
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