Distance
Never a moment goes by without the thought of you
6 hours and 30minutes,
three hundred and ninety five miles.
This distance is killing me slowly,
I thought i didn't mind it.
I thought as long as I don't remember, It won't seem so bad.
Wrong, Never been so wrong.
lying to myself, to you and most of all to my heart,
Six hours and thirty minutes, I could make it I could drive so long
Mile after mile I'll soon bridge that 395 miles
or so I thought, it was late, it was dark and those lights shown so bright.
It was beautiful.
i only wanted to see you, even for a moment
This distance killed me
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