The End
The end is coming for me
i can feel it
if you can not talk about it
your a crash waiting to happen
if you no longer feel happy any more
even if your in love
even your own child cant bring a smile
the end is closeing on you
your eyes have lost there soul
your heart is a stone
your blood is cold
loseing hope is easy
loseing friends is easy
just like the clours red and blue
i missed you
for those days i did not meet no fortune teller
i will not miss you
i just dont want to feel that way again
Copyright © Jason Lewis | Year Posted 2010
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