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These feet are crying in pain

Running away

From the hurt I'm feeling these days

And, you're nowhere to be found

But, you're the only one I need

And, as I look around the only one I see

Is you, but in my memory



What does it mean

So many questions remain

With so few answers ever seen



I recall the essence of you so clearly

The touch of you near me

And, the art your love drew upon me

But, it's nowhere to be found

And, it's the only thing I need as of now

But, as I look around the only art I see

Is what remains in my memory



What does it mean

So many questions remain

With so few answers ever seen



I've heard time be called: "A broken hearts' best friend."

But, when has it ever been

When has it ever been