time slips through my fingers like sand,
wet grains sticking like memories.
addicted to the idea of us being one,
willing to do what it takes to show you my love.
they say, proof is in the action
please stop pushing me away.
time slips through my fingers like sand,
wet grains sticking like memories.
addicted to the idea of us being one,
willing to do what it takes to show you my love.
they say, proof is in the action
please stop pushing me away.
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