by James Landrith
Playing the part of the fool again.
Living a lie that’s no longer pretend.
Waitin’ on a stone heart.
Living for a love that’ll never start.
It’s so close, no so far away.
I feel it slipping further with the pass of each day.
Copyright © 1987 James A. Landrith, Jr. All rights reserved.
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- The 1980s: Prezi by Pa Bounthanom