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creativelycliche

Published: Aug 4, 2010

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Just because I never
Kissed you when you asked
Just because I couldn't
Quite complete the task

It's just why
I'll end up alone
It's just why
I can't pick up the phone

But it's okay
I'll meet you in my dreams
I don't care
If I'm tearing at the seams

If ignorance is bliss
Than I'm right where I belong
I don't want to be right
If living like this is wrong

I'll ignore and I'll ignore
You when the sun holds up the sky
But once the sun goes down, girl
I'll give you every minute of the night

Just because I failed
What I didn't achieve
Honey you're what I dream about
So please don't leave.

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Been too long since I submitted something, 'eh?

I don't know if this qualifies as 'Romantic'.

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