Skip your station
The more I run away from you The more I see you becoming my destination I am trying to stop and move no more And make this train skip your station The 1st April Guy
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So She Still Hurts Me...
So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her eyes so wild, so pure, I am in love, I am sure. But she cares not much, For these eyes of mine, Who sought that love divine, A word I shall not touch. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her lips that say oh ho, Why her I chose, I still don’t know, My lips, Oh, do they still exist? Who knows about this? They hide that forgotten tryst. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her hair that shine and bounce, They just kill me ounce by ounce. My hair, They don’t feel the fingers run, I miss the way she stirred, My hair into curls. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her heart that takes full pride, In doing what seems right. Look at me, my heart, A coward I have become, Just once I was rejected, Now turned into a dusty item. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her voice so sweet, so beautiful, Symphony from the harp of an angel. And my throat that takes no rest, From the cry...