And when I'm not around you
I feel like I could die
And when I have to leave you
Life feels like a lie
And he's just a stranger
That they say I should love
And for understanding
I'd plead to the above
And you've been here through the years
And you know that I try
But clocks and Opposite Fridays always make me cry
Maybe it's my clouded mind
That pushes me to weep
Though nights of insomniac dreams
Keep me far from asleep
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
