Mystery

by Marie   Jul 18, 2008


It hurts to say i miss you.
when it's clear that you don't care.
How I'm dying to be with you.
now love, that's not quite fair

The sight of you can chill me,
but still you're unaware,
these vacant lips, they kill me
as my heart begins to tear

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