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You Mean Nothing To Me...You're not there anymore, You mean nothing to me. All the memories are gone I won't cry anymore You hurt me for the last time I can't believe I trusted you. I Thought You Had Changed!You Mean Nothing To Me...
Why did I let myself trust in you agian? Why didn't I see this coming? I knew you didn't care anymore. You don't care about anything!
All our good times are gone. They dont mean shit to me . I'm nothing to you? You don't even exist anymore. You died freshman year I cry over your hidden grave. I burried you years ago Deep in my heart. &n
by ~punk-wannabe
.in hiding.Why are you hiding? I feel like your drifting away from me. Isn't the point of a loving relationship To be there when times are hard? And help eachother through thick.in hiding.
And thin?
Why won't you let me help you? There are so many things of wisdom That I know,
So many things that I can shead light on.
Please.. Let me help you.
I hate the thought of you in pain. I hate the thought of you crying... In the dark... Alone,
And wishing for companionship.
I feel that every night.
I never want you to feel like
by ~punk-wannabe
Valentine Day's Past...Do you remember The day's of Valentines past? Two years ago, do you remember?Valentine Day's Past...
You called me up, crying Begging me to come and get you
Take you away from the hell you were born into.
And I did.
Do you remember? We sat in my room and talked, I let you say all you wanted.
We looked over the things you grabbed, In the frantic haste to get away from there Before the she returned.
Your Mother.
I was never more worried about your saftey Than that night. I was never more concerned about anyone, Than you. &nb
by ~punk-wannabe
All I Asked For...All I asked for was a little more time. You don't know what that would have ment to me.All I Asked For...
All I wanted was more time to be with you, To feel the happiness I feel less and less each day.
Why did you go?
Did you not see the tears in my eyes? Or the tightness of my hug, Begging you to linger in my arms, Just a few more moments longer?
There are so many pains I havent told you. Things I can never get myself to bring up.
There are things on my mind That only time with you can take away.
Why did you go?
Couldnt you hear
by ~punk-wannabe
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