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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

After some time
I’ve finally made up my mind
She is the girl
and I really want to make her mine

I’m searching everywhere
to find her again
To tell her I love her
And I’m sorry ’bout the things I’ve done

I find her standing
in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn’t search
She looks so happy in her wedding dress
But she’s crying while she’s saying this

Boy I missed your kisses all the time
but this is
Twenty five minutes too late
Though you travelled so far
boy I’m sorry you are
Twenty five minutes too late

Against the wind
I’m going home again
Wishing me back to the time
when we were more than friends

Out in the streets
Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
Inside my head
Still I can hear the words she said

I can still hear what she said

and we all sympathise with the man who lost his girl because he was 25 minutes too late. what about the girl? she must have wished him to come all these while. while he didn't and she was all alone. and when she thought she's found her happiness, he comes and she knows, she can't have him ever again. he's too late. too late.
-cheryl
8:21 PM





Cheryl

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