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My dearest friend
Tell me, are we growing old?
Is it the fragility of our minds that make us cry at night?
Tell me, are we running out of time?
Is it how the stars align that make us want to run and hide?
My dearest friend
If such strengths were invested in me
I would desire to christen our union
I would describe it in ways you wouldn't be able to relate to
I would color it in gold, hoping you could feel it too
My dearest friend
Why is it that even though we hold each other, there is no comfort?
Is it the emptiness of the walls around us that make us think of home?
Why is it so hard to break the chains that bind us to the actions we perform?
My dearest friend
I don't know what to think, I don't know what to do
I want to hurry time along, yet I want it to stand still
I can't stop thinking and yet not doing so makes me feel even worse
Why is it that even though the blankets are brilliant, we can't see who is really underneath?
My dearest friend
We aren't children anymore
Why do we spend time at playgrounds long since abandoned?
Where is the sense in staying behind
Why do you still try and catch the moon with your hands?
My dearest friend
I would buy all the rare wines in the world
If you would let me pour it all on your body
I would pay the ultimate price for the purpose that I can't seem to find
And maybe one day you will see the world through my eyes
See it clearly with no sins, no hesitation or lies
And maybe someday someone will love me
For who I am instead of who I should be
/2008-10-14
Tell me, are we growing old?
Is it the fragility of our minds that make us cry at night?
Tell me, are we running out of time?
Is it how the stars align that make us want to run and hide?
My dearest friend
If such strengths were invested in me
I would desire to christen our union
I would describe it in ways you wouldn't be able to relate to
I would color it in gold, hoping you could feel it too
My dearest friend
Why is it that even though we hold each other, there is no comfort?
Is it the emptiness of the walls around us that make us think of home?
Why is it so hard to break the chains that bind us to the actions we perform?
My dearest friend
I don't know what to think, I don't know what to do
I want to hurry time along, yet I want it to stand still
I can't stop thinking and yet not doing so makes me feel even worse
Why is it that even though the blankets are brilliant, we can't see who is really underneath?
My dearest friend
We aren't children anymore
Why do we spend time at playgrounds long since abandoned?
Where is the sense in staying behind
Why do you still try and catch the moon with your hands?
My dearest friend
I would buy all the rare wines in the world
If you would let me pour it all on your body
I would pay the ultimate price for the purpose that I can't seem to find
And maybe one day you will see the world through my eyes
See it clearly with no sins, no hesitation or lies
And maybe someday someone will love me
For who I am instead of who I should be
/2008-10-14
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