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Memories of Your Game

These lonely tears run down my cheek. I'm tired of waiting and my patience grows weak. Your friends haven't heard from you in days. I find myself confused because nothing you say ever stays. It's happened again, I have that blank stare, But you aren't here to wake me from this nightmare. Did you become tired with everything being the same? Same people we love, even the ones we used to hate. If you're so tired of breaking my heart, Why are you makingt this distance so much farther apart? I miss you; your vision constantly decieves me, But it seems all that's left is a memory. What is a girl like me to do? Do I move on, or continue to wait for you? It's hard to pull off giving an angel her wings. It's easier to say it and mean a different thing. Now you're back, but nothing is the same, Over and over, I'm so sick of playing this game.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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