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Her thoughts drift to him:

It's a quarter past midnight and my thoughts, again, run to you
How we got get here, inexplicable, lost in a fog, I am too
Awake, I recall the day I walked away and the haunting image of your face
In my anger, everything about you I have tried so hard, to erase
In hindsight, your self-centeredness, was the iceberg, that caused your frostbite
Froze my heart into unforgiveness as you were always out of sight
I now pass time with friends and strangers, and the emptiness persists
At times, I feel there is no tomorrow, but somehow my foolish heart insists
Yet beyond pain, and silent desperation, I have to forget that you exist
If there will ever be a "you and me", I must survive this quarter past midnight!

  His thoughts drift to her:

It's a quarter past midnight and I wonder where your at
Whether wrong or right, my love has been trained for combat
I suffered frostbite when your love was so cold I couldn't adjust its thermostat
I lose my appetite when I think about how you walked over me like a doormat
Just when I think I'm moving ahead, I get a strong sense of deja vu
I awake in my bed and unconsciously reach out to you
I desperately need to move on, but you still remain in my heart
Now I'm alone and the pain is slowly tearing me apart
I pray the day will arrive and everything will be alright
But first I must survive this memory of you and me at a quarter past midnight!

* A collaboration with Jimmy M. Anderson

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