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Into Your Heart for Good How can I make myself different from the crowd when anything I could think of has already been done? How can I make myself special in your eyes so when you look around you see only me? How can I show you that I'm the one? How can I tell you your search is over? How can I get into your heart for good? What words could I say that you would remember and think about me when I'm gone? How can I make you look into my eyes and understand what I mean and believe? How can I show you that I'm the one? How can I tell you your search is over? How can I get into your heart for good? How can we find out if this is real if you won't open your heart and let me in? How can I convince you that you can trust me and that your heart is safe in my hands? How can I show you that I'm the one? How can I tell you your search is over? How can I get into your heart for good? |
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To A Shadow I close my eyes and I am blessed by the darkness that contains you. The warm, sweet darkness that embraces me, welcomes me, tells me I'm home. I open my eyes and I am blinded by the bright light and by the fear that you're not with me. I quickly become lost in the cold, white light and yearn for the darkness to envelop me in its warmth once more. Blowing out the candles one by one, I am overtaken by the darkness I have so longed for. Closing my eyes again, I allow myself to slip back into oblivion. |
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Freedom I reach out and touch nothing I cry out and hear nothing in reply I did this I did it to myself I hurt those who cared and craved the love of those who didn't. I beg for forgiveness I beg to be released from this prison that I have built around myself. If you forgave me I could love you Though I thought for so long that I couldn't. But could it be that you no longer care And that I love you now that you don't love me? The knife twists; it's true My prison grows smaller And I scream knowing I missed my chance for freedom. |
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