I know, It'll be cold this summer
just like the spring and winter before.
Just like i know, My heart will still be broken
torn apart and layed wide open by the storm.
And i see the dark clouds above me
these streets are so damned ugly...in the rain.
And i watched you fall...into a million drops of pain.
But i will crawl...untill your heart finds mine again.
i know the flood is now upon me
i can feel the tempest calling... my name.
And i know these salted tears are falling
into the fists i'm balling...in vain.
And i watched you fall...into a million drops of pain.
But i will crawl...untill your heart finds mine again.
(soft spoken)
Now i know the winds of change are blowin'
cuz' i can feel the darkness rollin'...away.
(soft spoken)
And i watched you fall...into a million drops of pain.
But i will crawl...untill your heart finds mine again.
~end~
By Bruce K. Little









I was just checkin up on ya
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procrastination is a lot like masterbation in the end you fell alot like you fucked your self
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