Tue, 10/27/2015 - 22:47 -- jerlee

I must sing a song...

It maybe the last time you will ever hear my voice

The time have moved on for too long

Where the river became your tears

We began to flirt and tease to mourn

The love and cuddles we couldn’t shared

It hasn’t been easy for you and I


If only I knew we would be at missed

I wouldn’t decided to let the river sweep you away

They will yell at me to move on

And I couldn’t take you under my wing


The one I miss

Why did you lie for me to miss...

To what degree have I done to let me hang near to death

Where the road crumble beneath

Our miss was never meant to be the truth

The voice will go on



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