Holding on

by pancha   Apr 20, 2005


I'm sitting here gazing into space
The first thing I see is your handsome face
I try not to cry
I try not to care
I try to pretend that you are not there
But, I begin to smile
Begin to reminisce
Because all I can think about is every kiss
My eyes begin to water
I try to turn away
But, my heart keeps telling me no just stay
I wish that in reality you would understand
How much I care, How much I love you
And that my love for you is true
Because Im tired of crying
Tired of you not being able to see
That I'm tired M holding on to a Memory

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