1, 2, 3

Submitted by Anonymous on Mon, 05/18/2009 - 17:32

One, two, three, how can this be?
Four, five, six, I can’t believe I got someone like this,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, what a perfect way for this to begin.

One, two, three, why haven’t you been talking to me?
Four, five, six, opening and closing my fists,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, begging for this not to be the end.

One, Two, three, now I can’t breathe,
Four, five, six, what I can’t have is the only thing I miss,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, I’ll stand my ground and myself I’ll defend.

One, two, three, is there more to life or do my eyes deceive?
Four, five, six, heart is sore, as are my fingertips,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, I have to move on, have to forgive!

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