It’s been far too long
since I wrote you that night
six strings humming the song
until the sky filled with light.
But time is against me
(like always it seems)
your father is coming so I must flee
our good times together remain as a dream
the seasons pass us by
the reasons are plain
but I still wonder why
leaving myself with insensible pain.
Our time is short and soon will expire,
And we lived by the rules and not our desire
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