InAbility to coNcentrate, by Lovesick and Sick of It
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Lost in a memory, a dream
Somewhere far away from here
Where the whole world is black and white
And everything is as it seems
And nothing else exists or matters
Except for you and me and your sweet eyes and your guitar
As you sing softly to me
You say I can tell that we are gonna be friends
And I believe you
Even though my logic doesn’t want to
And you look up and me and smile
And everything seems… right
You put down your guitar
And you hold me in your arms
And I feel safe and protected
And everything seems right
Until my vision’s blurred
As I slip back to reality
The colors swirl together
And now nothing’s as it seems
And I’m sitting there, alone
Lost in a crowded room
The memory is over
And yet I can still hear you singing softly in the distance
You and your guitar and your blue eyes
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Posted: 2007-05-20 17:25:44 UTC |
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2007-06-04 01:38:28 | Destiny |
I Loved it! I love it when people don't rym ther work, but still manage to come off very sweet and personal. It paints the perfect picture...I truely enjoyed it! |