Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Bouncing in Circles by Counts of 5

I sit alone in a crowded room
Surrounded by nothing but time
Memories lived bouncing in circles by counts of 5
And I always stop on 12:20 on the dot
The day that I met you
And I swear time stopped
You warmed a cold, broken heart
And if I knew then what I know now I would've ran away from you
Far away from that day
For we shared a bitter love
One that ended before it really began
And after all the love lost
I lost another friend

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