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Your Lady
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I'll do anything
How am I suppose to really smile?
When I don't talk to you for more than ten minutes a day
Sometimes not even five
I really don't know what happened
That we're so different now
You said you didn't know why too
I wish you would, so you could tell me
Even if it hurts, I wished I knew
I'm confused, vexed & really feeling down
If you could
Give me a little hope
So I can continue to hold on ):
Am I too late?