Fire, inside my shoes
Still walking forward but back to you
I suppose I must be stuck with you again
This joke is wearing thin
I know its time
I know its time to go
And just so you know
This secret part of me never showed
And when you run around like you don't care
I'm suddenly aware
I know its time
I know its time
It's suddenly strange
I can hardly complain
I'm down the stairs
And I'm out the door
It's suddenly colder
It bowled me right over
I'm down again
I suppose its over now
Don't ask me how
But it didn't take much to figure out
And you know I'll go acting really tough
Giving back your stuff
I know its time
I know its time
Thanks so much Bic.
hmmnnn... letting go of someone?
ReplyDeleteSad poem... at sino si Bic?
ReplyDeletehmm now i wonder who's bic?
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