Hurt
HURT IS WHEN YOU WALKED AWAY, AND SIMPLY DIDNT CARE! HURT IS YOU NEVER
LOOKING BACK, WITH ME DROWNING IN DISPAIR! HURT IS WHEN I REACH OUT FOR YOU,
FROM A DEEP DEEP SLEEP, REALIZING YOU'RE NO LONGER HERE, YOU WERE GONE
WITHOUT A PEEP! NOW ITS TIME TO LOVE YOU AND LET GO OF YOU, IT SIMPLY IS THE
WORST, TO SEE THAT NOTHING IN YOUR BABIES EYES, TRULY THAT IS ... HURT ... AT ITS
WORST!
Copyright © Cynthia Wilson | Year Posted 2009
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