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Created on: June 08, 2010
A Picture on the wall/Title.
I picture with my eyes closed, I have seen in a dream,
Everything that I know, just isn't what it seems.
And where oh where did you go, cause I know you're here with me,
I have learned to believe in, the things I cannot see.
Memories may fade 'cause, I have seen brighter days.
But you are here with me, your blood runs in my veins.
So the days may come, the days may go...
But there's one thing that I know,
Life is made for livin', so livin' I will be,
And as long as I'm alive and living, you'll be here with me.
A picture on the wall, it seem that's all you are.
It's what you've always been,
As I watched you fall, so near and yet so far,
The same in the beginning as the end.
The pain you had you left behind when you chose to go away,
Still I manage to have peace of mind, although I had to stay.
With this damage with ease I find solace when I say,
As long as our line is living, your blood runs in their veins.
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