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yosph
Baby, I'm Sorry


Bumps of the goose kind
Determined not to let her
Make me lose my mind
News she wants to share
Anticipation of the year

She hit me with the
“It's not you, it's me” line
Unfortunately the music
Cannot hit my drums any harder
And with her the truth couldn't be any further

Trembles down my spine
I cannot grasp the fact
She's no longer mine
Curtains closed on the “we” act
For luck they said break a heart

And that she was not afraid to do
Now it's just you
Now it's just me
Maybe the best thing to do
Was to set me free

Like an etch a sketch
Now you see me
Now you don't
Now you love
Now you won't

Like a horse she led me to water
And surely I did drink
Now all I can do is think the whole time
She had something up her sleeve
Her love as real as a weave

Copperfield would've been amazed
Like an ocean she waved
Something so intriguing yet dangerous
She told me not to worry
Now she's saying “Baby I'm sorry”

¥☼MOI☼¥  12 Oct 09







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