With the twisted hands of time, I sit lost in the far back in my own mind~ Faint echoes of answers are heard with horrible ears~ but what are they sayin?, do I go see for myself? keep lookin, spinning circles confused unsure of my direction, What was & is, or never was~ What will be & Should I budge ? Bridges burn all around me, I watch in constant fear Missing when I had you near~ How I yearn for then & the hurt comes again, every time I realize I lost my Best Friend
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