Your Touch
Sitting here next to you, trying to make you see,
yet slowly I've realized, there's no place in your heart for me.
Hopes of loving you, the thought of us growing old,
yet our time went so fast, and the memories have all grown cold.
My love was never good enough and my tears were all to much,
yet anytime I cried out to you, all I needed was your touch.
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