It's late at night, Early monday morning, And I'm sitting all alone, My heart still in mourning. Is this really the present? Or am I living in the past, It's really hard to tell. Maybe I don't need to know, Is this feeling going to last? Feels like I'm running away Without moving a muscle. 120 miles per hour... This heart goes faster Than a brand new factory car. Am I meant to be? Did I happen for a reason? I'm begging mom and dad To grow a little younger, Un-do me and start all over. I can change, make it all okay, Tomorrow is another yesterday. Somebody save me, don't let me go, Embrace me in a longer goodbye. Pouring rain, these drenched photos, At one time...once meant to last.
By. *Hollylovebug*
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