The last fifteen seconds, That I recall. Is seeing your back, Walking hurriedly down the hall. It's funny how I don't remember, Songs, hugs and kisses so sweet. But the bad memories I had with you, Are the ones I carry with me. And now that I am somebody, You wanna hook back up with me. You say "Put those fifteen seconds behind you, And forget those bad memories." But everytime I see your face, I see things in your eyes. Things I saw long ago: That rage, that hate, those lies. Now that I am all grown up, It becomes plainer and plainer to me. That I don't need good memories Of you to make me happy. So give me one more fifteen seconds, And walk right out that door. The most joyous time of my life will be, When those fifteen seconds hurt you more.Birth sign: Gemini
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