by James Angel

Created on: March 10, 2010

His eyes were so close when I met him,
The silent distortion of his voice did proceed him,
He was tired of his playful game,
Confused was gave him his fame,

The tired look in his eyes,
could you see it, I can,
It was painful,
a shame,

Where is your love,
she's left you here,
you have no one else to blame,
and I'm sure for your pain you would give an entire world,
but for now your lost and that is your judgment.

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