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driving faster

i can feel the breeze

wishing we could talk

no words are spoken

just the sound of the

raidio blastin on the

speakers of your car



glances are thrown

and everything we

hope wont happen

is already known

to happen quite soon

even against every

power we hold



you'll leave me behind

and who knows what'll

happen to the

feelings we posses

they might fade away

but lord willing

they stay as strong

as they were before you

left



"And when you say those words

its the sweetest thing

i've ever heard."

i'll miss when we talk

or when you come over

late at night

and dont leave

til wee hours of hte morning



i'll miss you while

your gone

i'll miss your touch

and all the things about

you

in the end all this

comes to say

I miss you