i'm with her almost everyday,
but each time i can not say.
she looks at me with innocent eyes,
soon i'll fill her with full with lies
the next day begins as this one ends,
maybe, over time she could understand and comperhend,
but till then i will be alone and afriad.
living in the past, thinking of what she'd say.
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