Not In the Same Way
Life stole me from you,
Now, that I'm not thinking of you;
or maybe still thinking
but not the way I used to..
My thoughts are floating,
floating up high,
lost through the clouds
coloring the sky;
making sounds,
awakening my mind..
and now I'm starting,
starting a new day;
and I'm not thinking of you,
No, not in the same way.
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