Wednesday, August 11, 2010

An old notebook page

Sometimes I wake up
and think this is just a dream
and when I search
and I cant find you
I start to cry and wish it was a dream
I cant even have you
in a dream withing a dream

My heart it hurts
My eyes they burn
from all the tears I´ve shead for you
I cant stop the feelings that wash over me when
I think about you

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