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Everytime you pass by, it is always the same,
I hope our eyes will meet,
but with the dim lights, comes more pain,
a broken tv, no one wants to see,
I am still the same man,
but you choose to get to know me, then let me be,
so I will move on, and I know we will fight,
when you think of me now, do you wish I was right?

I thank the wind that blew you close,
the flowers I saw that reminded me of you,
the ones that were blowing, gently blue,
thank the fact you gave me my daily dose.
Not a let down, the opposite, a smile,
you said yes, took me where eyes could not see,
behind the building, tell me who I should be,
but still I smiled, in spite of lost love, the pain is vile.
I saw it before, but as a dream from a broken heart,
but you put it together, such a unique art,
and now that it is strong, and my heart is yearning,
for more of your words,
that save absurd, no broken wings, no broken birds,
nothing but you and me, learning, a continued burning.

Is there a time, in which the wrong turns to right,
when time seems to slow down,
bet that would stir such a fright,
but at least everyone would care, and no one would frown.
Wish I were strong, wish I was your dreams,
can not find the person, who wants me to be me,
just anyone out there who is more than what seems,
a strong verse in a song, or a sweet melody.
But everything ends, and another begins,
God gave us choices, and an overall feeling,
won't let you in heaven, for your heartbreaking sins,
and my apple started peeling.
So I will wait it oy, be the better "man,"
just continue with your vile plan.