Illusions
Can I tell the times
Or count how many little good-byes
Well we try to say we know what is love
Then once we fail, swear it wasn't from above
In the still of a tear drop down
When you look up I'll still be around
But not for you; no not even for a minute
There's no need to feel obliged why are you still grinning
So yeah, there's a chance you may hate me one day
But lets be honest that day already came
So far and beyond
I'll give you my all
I'm not there to take the call
So I feel the need to stall
Come one, come all
Ain't love a ball
That flies up and never drops
Ain't we had enough
Of saying we know anything anymore
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2014
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