How Is It Going To Be?
I've been counting down the hours, the seconds, the days until I can see your face again. I
need a reason to like you... since I haven't seen you in a while it's seems like your fading. Fading
from my mind. I can't remember what you use to say to have me up at night thinking about it. I
can't remember why my heart was beating so fastly. Maybe this is a good thing... I mean no one
knows how it's going to be. Maybe when I get back you could try to hurt me. I don't want to be
bruised. My heart is a sheild that just won't come down for anyone. How is it going to be? We
can never know. If this is destined to be than it will happen.
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