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Time slipped through our fingers,
Like smoke, through a fishing net,
And our hearts too young for sorrow
Spill over with regret.
We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.
I think of you and wonder,
What kind of friend can I be?
When your dreams are the subject of plunder,
And your heart has lost its key.
We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.
I have no power to heal it,
This sorrow that tortures you still,
So I look into other parts of your life
For a trivial need to fill.
We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.
It seems like there's eons between us,
And I know I should be by your side,
Yet, I can't help but feel, as I lie in the dust
That the very best part of me died.
We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.
Like smoke, through a fishing net,
And our hearts too young for sorrow
Spill over with regret.
We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.
I think of you and wonder,
What kind of friend can I be?
When your dreams are the subject of plunder,
And your heart has lost its key.
We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.
I have no power to heal it,
This sorrow that tortures you still,
So I look into other parts of your life
For a trivial need to fill.
We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.
It seems like there's eons between us,
And I know I should be by your side,
Yet, I can't help but feel, as I lie in the dust
That the very best part of me died.
We were playing at it, pretending.
While around us, your world was ending.
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awww.... i miss you!