If I was to say I was sorry
Would you forgive me
And help remove the scars
Apon my dry hands

If I was to fill your dreams
Would you hold me
And help remind the lies
They all mean nothing

Its probably something that will kill me.
It subsides deep into our minds.
It creates another page within our lifes.
And It stands alone changing the test of time.

One by One,
You shallow easly.
Breath by Breath,
You think wondering.
Thought by Thought,
You drift swiftly.
and Time after Time,
You slip fading away...

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