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As Time Passes.

Here I sit, it's 4AM.
It seems as though I can't sleep again.
You've done it now, my mind you've stole.
You've taken over... Complete control.

So here I sit, it's 4:02.
What in the world am I ever going to do.
Without your voice and without your laughter,
I fell like I'm a total disaster.

So here I sit, now 4:05.
If I had you near I would feel alive.
To have your touch and a warm embrace,
to kiss your lips and see your beautiful face.

Now here I am, it's 4:07.
Wondering when I can see my blissful heaven.
My beautiful angel with wings of fire.
Your touch it burn, yet it's you I desire.

And her I am, it's now 4:10.
Oh, tell me please. Oh, tell me when.
When will all these feelings pass?
How much longer will this torture last?
Written by Konsumed
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