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Breeze

She just don't get the way it makes me break a little more cause she pays me no mind
I'm so in love with her, but feelings me she left so far behind
Even when we're together we're not, she's here but always has something else to do
Before you know it she's fast asleep, exhausted from avoiding only you
She fakes how she's feeling while hiding the real  down deep  
She's made up from a puzzles missing Pieces
All her dreams are nightmares so she never sleeps
She's that thing everybody craves, not knowing knowing how to get more
She will rip you to shreds, while she's making you feel stronger then before
Hurt you with actions beyond your comprehension 
Not understanding what your upset for
She will bring back your smile
Become most of the tears that escape from your eyes
Not allowing herself to be happy, her demons don't allow anyone to survive
Everyone just thinks,  it's just who she is and how she rolls
As I see she's simply lost all semblance of control
She won't settle for everything, yet she really wants nothing at all
She's passed 911 next might be the mortuary you call
Maybe someone will notice, and pull her in tight 
Or Was it really me, that could do nothing quite right 
So pray to whoever you pray to
Shout at them if you please
That she finds what she's looking for
Before becoming nothing more than a whisper in the breeze


Copyright © James Sanborn

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