Dreaming

July 11, 2013

please don't

please don't go

slipping through my fingers

come back home

I Love You

can't let go

know it sounds crazy

come back home

dreaming

been dreaming all my life

praying for the things

things to get me through the night

fingertips

so close, can touch it, it's so close

I Love You

please don't go

please don't.

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