summertime and the rythm is churning
maybe its mine...but somehow im fuming
the past should be left for the past
my last should remain my last
so how can i move on ahead?
its sideways im moving instead
love can make you drown
i feel almost suffocated
so why did you make me wait...
waiting by the side...praying and hoping
all i know is that i didn't make it....
im already dead.
sorry you were to late....
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