And it urges us to be careful
With the cards we play, with words we say
On a broken edge of hope we pray
Lonely days are longing
As songs of sorrow are playing
I can't help but play with fire
Because of this burning desire
Trails of my tears are left behind
As sweet and bitter memories unwind
My sanity cripples, my paranoia grows
As days without you continues to flow
So minutes will pass to hours as days turns to years
I can't wait for the magic moment as it nears
For in the eyes of love there are no exceptions
There are no special cases, no unique options
But every little bit of fated perfection..
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