September.
When I lost you I felt as though I started to die.
I felt my life become a sigh.
I spent my days in a cry.
And when asked if I was ok I lied.
I watched you go.
And as I did everything inside felt low.
Why is this so?
I feel dark and cold in this September.
And I tremble in thought of remember.
So someone try on this straightjacket feeling that i can not release my self from and scream.
But I contiune with a barley betting heart of pain and anguish.
If you could only see my deep gleam.
Each day that goes bye, my pain slowly diminishes.
I'll see you again some day.
And at that time youll stay.
And I'll be released.
My pain will at once cease.
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