The day I met you, the day I let you,
Fall into another�s hands.
If only I had, but I can�t,
Now you�re with somebody else.
I am better to stay silent in a world that screams out with possibilities.
But not for me, but not for me, never could they be for me.
The day you asked me, the day I felt me,
Lose grasp of what I never had.
My heart collapsed, and just perhaps,
I had let go of what I held so dear.
Now it�s time to cry whenever I see you touching him or the way that he touches you.
Do I choose, do I choose, I have to choose now.
What will it be when angels come down and try to comfort me.
Will I ever find something as close to what I left behind.
Now it�s late, to conquer fate,
If it was meant to be.
Now it�s time, to sit behind,
The man who isn�t me.
He touches you the way that I pray to God I could do.
I�m serving sin, I�m serving sin, what mess that I have gotten in.
11:50 p.m. - 2001-11-02
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