02.02.10
when did being close turned old?
your breath smells like ice
and your eye's white as snow
why the wind didn't blew me away
i don't know.
you didn't tell me your heart turned cold?
as hard as a rock and grey
like a cloudy day
hand me the paint and i'll color it red
i remember the time you really did care
of someting else and someting real
you asked and listen not only with your ears
but with the heart and mind
that wiped away my tears
whatever window that was open
is now closed
as well as the possibility
that there'll ever be an "us"
i wish my tears were coloured,
so you'd see
how much i cried last night
and how much you mean to me.
your breath smells like ice
and your eye's white as snow
why the wind didn't blew me away
i don't know.
you didn't tell me your heart turned cold?
as hard as a rock and grey
like a cloudy day
hand me the paint and i'll color it red
i remember the time you really did care
of someting else and someting real
you asked and listen not only with your ears
but with the heart and mind
that wiped away my tears
whatever window that was open
is now closed
as well as the possibility
that there'll ever be an "us"
i wish my tears were coloured,
so you'd see
how much i cried last night
and how much you mean to me.
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