Feb 15, 2009

Chances are

Sliping through the back gate
Of these changes in time
I look around and realize
These changes are mine
Not exactly sure what to do
I run from my mind
Because when I look around
All I see
Reminds me of you

I look into your eyes
And all that I see
Is myself in your arms
Never letting go of me
I wish that I could tell you
About all the things that I feel
But every time I try to speak
Something doesn't feel real

Well I know you're not mine
And chances are
This feeling of mine
Wont go away

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