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I don't know where I've come
or how far I've been
but will I please you in the end?
You say you don't want love-
is that really true?
Im chained to these memories-
like I have amnesia,
hoping one day you'll come back to me.
Day after day,
year after year.
The many tears, they fell-
streaming my face,
putting me through hell.
Still no sign.
Im slowly numbing.
Your picture is fading.
My mind is erasing.
Fuddle- overlapping and retracing.
I can't forget your name.
Its like the keys of each letter
chime, rhyme, connect-
producing a melody to its fullest effect.
I play the same rhythm
every waking day-
letting everything else decay.
or how far I've been
but will I please you in the end?
You say you don't want love-
is that really true?
Im chained to these memories-
like I have amnesia,
hoping one day you'll come back to me.
Day after day,
year after year.
The many tears, they fell-
streaming my face,
putting me through hell.
Still no sign.
Im slowly numbing.
Your picture is fading.
My mind is erasing.
Fuddle- overlapping and retracing.
I can't forget your name.
Its like the keys of each letter
chime, rhyme, connect-
producing a melody to its fullest effect.
I play the same rhythm
every waking day-
letting everything else decay.
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I honestly wish I could play the piano.
I love hearing someone play their own melody and it makes me wish I had one a rhythm to express.
-For my lovely Todd Matthew Martin,
I'll never get to be with you but I'll never forget you. You're the missing notes to my masterpiece, my melody.
I love hearing someone play their own melody and it makes me wish I had one a rhythm to express.
-For my lovely Todd Matthew Martin,
I'll never get to be with you but I'll never forget you. You're the missing notes to my masterpiece, my melody.
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