Be there

by lost   May 9, 2008


Whispers in the wind
And dust upon my fingers
Pictures in their frames
As tears fall from my face
I pick the lock
And barge right in
Into a broken heart
The pain inside
It tears me apart
As I stand here today
Before a new grave
As life folds at the seams
And friends flee from the scene
The walls in place
The fake on my face
I fall to my knees
And tell you goodbye
I take the gun
And pull the trigger
But someone stole the bullet
Turn around I see you there
hands outstreched and in the air
I love you girl
You'll always be there

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