sábado, 24 de março de 2012

'till the end of time



I gave up on love too many times
I wanted what I thought was lost
when I crossed all the wrong lines
The thickest line has the highest cost
The deepest love is the greater loss
And what I thought I wanted is but a dream
a distant memory born of imagination
A time I lost and I can't redeem
I am slowly fading, lost in frustration
surrounded by your echoing words
remembering your lips, your touch
as I listen to my old records
my memories of you I tightly clutch
I told myself so many times to let go
time passed by and I thought I was fine
But you knew... and will forever know
that I'll be yours 'till the end of time.

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