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by Amanda Mar 12, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
The frame is getting dusty, the glass with finger prints on your lips turned smeared Studying it close, It's everything that I've feared And it's hurting me so much In more than just one way I'm feeling so much weaker now From goodbyes that are to hard to say And I know your trying to hide it so that non of us can see All the lonelyness and misery inside When it's also the feeling that found me And I can still make out your eyes underneath the dust And I try not to cry, and I bite my lip When feeling that I must....