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Does it really need a title?
You're loved , cared for
I loved you and i cared for you
but the blind eyes are still searching
for the answers you believe have questions to them
I gave up on the insistant intolerable arguing
And you gave up on the ideals that i was something
Something to throw away was the promise you gave me
I may not have told you this lately
But the heart is still beating and my wrists
HAVE stopped bleeding and the smile peaks a boo
But your eyes are hiding from reality and your hearts
stopped beating for the feelings you know you wish you had
Or perhaps i wish you had them
Relentlessly i'll pass you by with one eye open
nd the Sunday morning's come just once a week just like
the mailman to my backdoor
If only you were my mailman
