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Every Second


Every  second to this time

every minute every rhyme

every moment i was blind 

but i didnt even mind

To this minute i find out

and i hold it and i shout

why was i so stupid and dumb 

back then when i was young

if only i could ever be

the man that you ever wanted and need

but now its only in the past

you're already gone knowing it wont last

and now i realized 

all those feelings that you hide.

 

 

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