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IS IT HELLO...or IS IT GOOD-BYE
IS IT HELLO OR GOOD-BYE
Too many untold secrets, far too many lies
Too many times we hid from each others eyes
What was it about me, that you need space
Where was it that I fell from your honor & grace
When will you seek me, will it again ever come
Will you ever speak up and stop playing mum
Winter's falling upon us; far away from Spring
Pondering tomorrow and what it might bring
When thinking of you; us together side by side
I start smiling and singing for only a little while
Then it will soon vanish as if only its a dream
Somethings amiss and not at all what it seems
There's far too much sorrow; many tears cried
Also I'm too often left unknowing or even unwise
What is it thats hidden that's not to be seen
Something I should've noticed; or so its been
I'm missing our passion; our sweet lover's clutch
Since rare were our moments whenever we touched
I am ever so somber and sober day after day
Wanting and hoping you'll again want to play
Knowing you're probably laughing at me inside
I'm not afraid or ashamed; I've nothing to hide
Precious were our memories of special times
Lips and bodies touching; where's our crime
Too many untold secrets, far too many lies
Instead of hellos again; is this our final good-byes
Too many untold secrets, far too many lies
Too many times we hid from each others eyes
What was it about me, that you need space
Where was it that I fell from your honor & grace
When will you seek me, will it again ever come
Will you ever speak up and stop playing mum
Winter's falling upon us; far away from Spring
Pondering tomorrow and what it might bring
When thinking of you; us together side by side
I start smiling and singing for only a little while
Then it will soon vanish as if only its a dream
Somethings amiss and not at all what it seems
There's far too much sorrow; many tears cried
Also I'm too often left unknowing or even unwise
What is it thats hidden that's not to be seen
Something I should've noticed; or so its been
I'm missing our passion; our sweet lover's clutch
Since rare were our moments whenever we touched
I am ever so somber and sober day after day
Wanting and hoping you'll again want to play
Knowing you're probably laughing at me inside
I'm not afraid or ashamed; I've nothing to hide
Precious were our memories of special times
Lips and bodies touching; where's our crime
Too many untold secrets, far too many lies
Instead of hellos again; is this our final good-byes
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