Time, by Sara |
Time is short, and running out fast, I need an answer, i cant last. What is your answer? Look at me, Time is of the essence, what will it be? Will you love me, care and hold? Or let me slip, down and cold. My watch is turning, so slow, Give me the anser, im getting low. |
Posted: 2005-10-29 12:21:19 UTC |
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2009-07-28 00:34:17 | izzy |
this is very good, very heartfelt |