December 18, 2011
In the light, me and you stood, together in each other's arms. But then you walked away; and dropped me and my heart, to be alone. I had no where to run, but right back into your arms again. But what would I be then? A hypocrite? You left me in the cold, with no where to go. Like a lost sheep. Others try to save me but I must not lie for you is what I want.

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