I
miss your soft lips. I miss your white sheets.
I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek.
And this is so hard, cause I didn't see.
That you were the love of my life and it kills
me.
I see your face in, strangers on the street.
I still say your name, when I'm talking in my sleep.
And in the lime light, I play it off fine.
But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light.
But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light.
They say that true love hurts,
well this, could almost kill me.
Young love murder, that is what this must be.
I would give it all, to not be
sleeping alone.
The life is fading from me while, you watch my
heart bleed.
Young love murder, that is what this must be.
I would give it all, to not be
sleeping alone.
I miss your soft lips. I miss your white sheets. I miss the scratch
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Jan 30, 2011 12:31am
