Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Summer Cold

You ain't here, so who's supposed to keep me warm? Lighten my days, heat up my nights. Nobody but you. It was your choice to move. When I gave it all to you. That was all I ever had. Wasted my time on trying to make you love me. Be with me, no chains. Live for me, no games. I loved, no I still love to say your name. This cold has taken over for the third summer in a row. When will my heart say never, no more?

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