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Glass Wall


The things that are hard to believe, under these southern skies Is what irks us...only told to me by the tears in your eyes I never believed that I could feel someone else's pain I watch you cry and in my mind, that becomes the rain The storm that clouds my thoughts are my doubts The things that I believe and that I am sure about All become what shines through the clouds Like when we sit next to each other and neither makes a sound I don't know what to think, I can only have faith But as what draws closer to your departure, us the painful day The day I have to deal without, the day of no more holding The day your on the wrong side of the glass behind your mother's scolding The glass, soundproof, you behind it crying No matter what I throw at that wall, I keep trying But it wondering break for another 4 years I will stand there and wait right here For eternity until you can be in my arms And our emotions and feelings cause no irrational harm...
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