Middle of the bridge where i belong

by Steven   Sep 12, 2007


How come they can't be the same
how come I must choose one and stay with it always
I like one of them
the one that always helped me in everything
the one that willing to pick a flower for me
no matter how far it might be or how high
he cares about me so much
I love one of them
the one that told me he always loved me
the one that holds on to my hands when ever I'm cold
no matter how cold it might be
he would never let go
they both care about me a lot
they both love me about the same
how come i feel lost in this single moment
it feels like I'm waiting
in the middle of the bridge
waiting for one of them on each side
to come and pick me up
who would that be?
I really don't know
but in the end
who ever gets to me first
I'll tell them that i really love them..

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