Touche in NeedTheFear

  • April 25, 2014, 8:28 a.m.
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The unburnt fuel of my desires

Is the impossible of possible

It is the highway of carpet rides

There is no free ride my friend

I am all by myself in a world of billions

Standing so close to you

You don't even notice my hands

They are placed over you

All by myself....

I have turned many clocks forward

Still you can't see me for me

You can't even feel more than the feeling of hating

It's the love of love that you are missing

It's the love that has stood next to you this whole time

Look up in the sky my love

Look to the cloud cover

It awaits your rainy parade

The bed you slept in last night

Well it's been made

And your argument has been received

Touche


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