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cold seeps in
through the holes in your jacket

fragile hearts and fragile hands
it takes alot to be a man
i smile and they take the credit, smile
and she sees my eyes
her eyes have seen so much
such hardships, such life learned lessons
are these

and when she dies i will light all my matches
i will cry my heart out and ask her
"take me with you!" in our native tongue
and maybe she will

hardened hearts and roughened hands
you will never be that man
try to even understand
even if you think you can

she is weak
and i hate it and i understand it
but i wish it were not so
and i am not as weak, and i never want to see
the skies that way again,
pink from losing a friend
i have yet to meet again, though she has moved back since

empty hearts and empty hands
all i wanted was that man
i tried to make him mine
and maybe someday, sometime,
we will find our time to shine

i am sorry if i have broken your heart, maybe i can fix it...

or maybe i shouldn't try, its the thought that makes you want to purge

"~~....words never age....~~"

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