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Returning Me To Myself

Was what I felt just a crush or was it real?
But I would never put my heart to play
For I never got the chance to seal the deal
All I could do was let go and turn grey

With no sleep, I could only lay
And listen as the seconds ticked away
For I was stuck between the forth and sixth, like May
So only to God I could stay and PRAY

It is said that time heals all
It's like you had a voodoo doll
And I had no choice but to fall
And in turn without knowing it, made me a ball

Sooner or later every dream comes to an end
Even though it took me longer to wake up, I finally did
Afterall, I am a late-bloomer
For I don't easily bend

You're the one thing I know I can never possess
That's what I get for playing hostess
And my heart as the venue
Down on 'Stupid in love' Avenue
I felt I had to confess
For all I could do was nothing but obsess

This is me saying goodbye
For I can no longer cry
Literally, my eyes are dry
And I Can never say I didn't try...
Written by Zenith
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