Who is she?
I bet she is something i could never be.
She has that golden key
To your broken heart
Could it heal?
Is it real?
This feeling i have for you
Can i make through
I hear about her everyday
Now my sky is gray
From all the sorrow
You said you'll see her tommorow
Now i cry.
To myself
As i think why.
You forgot about me like a book from the shelf.
Do you know.
I'm slowly dying.
And you're not here
On the floor i'm lying
Is she special?
Is she better?
Should i write another dying letter?
She has those beautiful blue eyes
That pretty blonde hair
And i have nothing but a smile,that's slowly fading away
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