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At times like these make he wish, he was invincible To make thing happen at will At time like these he wished he could fold the world in my pocket And make her doorstep his bed room. At times like these he felt he could die for her At times like these he knew she was the one At times like these he felt he could kill her At times like these he wonders why she cheated At times like these he ask if he is ok At time like these he wished he had a true friend S ome one to talk freely with Some one to sit and share things with Cry and laugh,share pain and sorrow At times like these he wish he was not born When every thing seem to come down on him, When he is been real ,he's is taken for granted At times like these? he wish to sit and dream Dream of her smiling face , The face that gives his sweet feeling somewhere inside ] The sweet sensation of true purely emotion At times like these he wish the world was at peace where every one? should had a smile on their face At times like these he wished Friends could be true and real He wished hypocrisy and lies would cease to be Animosity and anger that brew in the heart making the heart beat fast would be banished from the earth. At times like these he wished he was liked by all Able to move with the kin pin in school At times like these he wished he was popular Having his own say? at things At times like these he wishes he was not teases that much And made to look stupid everywhere he went At times like these i wished he had a date And not feel lonely at home and school At times like these he wished he was different At times like these he wished he had resist the peer pressure At times like these? he reflects on the past At times like these he wondered why he did it The guilt hugs over him like an albatross At times like these he wished he could turn the hand of time At times like these all he needed was a god listener At times like these he wished he was understood At times like these he? wished he was understood

I do not mean to put our love on hold. I really can't decide what I should do. I don't like always running hot and cold, But I don't know yet what I feel for you. I am afraid of getting too involved And then, perhaps, of causing greater pain. It's easier to get this thing resolved, Yet then I find I'm weeping once again. If only life were walking on the beach, Talking, laughing, holding honest hands, With everything we want just out of reach, And no sign of the lurking buts and ands. If I could say just purely the word love, Or bear to turn my back and say goodbye, Then you and I could from this moment move, And let ourselves at last rejoice or cry.

Sharing ends when love ends. Distrust sets in Simple speech become avoided Makes the loved hope dies Dreams shattered he start thinking, Was it all right to have open up and voiced his desires H e sits and reflects Sometimes dreams are better off not real. Old yearnings drain away through open gates. Regretfully I tell you how I feel, Returning both of us to former states, Yet with wounds that time will have to heal.