i look around
and see a blur
the moving ground
as the words slur
stop the ride
i am getting sick
i want to hide
at the end of my wick
familiar places
we come and go
familiar faces
i no longer know
i can't get you
to break that wall
to be true
too afraid to fall
i'd treat you right
with a pure heart
i'd hold you tight
not wanting to part
but alas you won't know
as you are my friend
my heart i can't show
my heart i can't show
the ride is done
we have reached the end
you got what you wanted
and to my heart i now must tend
*written on 1/3/2011 11:43 p.m.*
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