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Slipping through my fingers |
Looking FORWARD,
Not looking BACK.
Driving DOWN this road,
Looking UP to the sky.
Turning UP the radio playing our song,
Winding DOWN the window.
Holding TIGHT to the driving wheel with one hand,
Putting the other hand outside of the window.
Feeling the wind run through my fingers,
Just like how your hand SLIP through my hands.
SMILING on the outside,
CRYING on the inside.
BUILDING walls,
DESTROYING myself.
Want YOU to know,
But I don't want to.
All these conflict running inside of my head,
Wanting to let it OUT,
But keep letting it all come IN.
All these feelings and thinking,
Are just like that lesson during kindergarten,
They called it......
OPPOSITE.
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