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I Only Wanted You...

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DumplingMomo

Published: Nov 29, 2009

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I only wanted to see your smile
Just to see it, would lighten up
That rainy day

I only wanted to hold you close
Just to do that, would make
Everything go away

I only wanted to feel your touch
Just to feel it, would make me
Feel loved

I only wanted to hear your voice
Just to hear it, would make
That long awaited smile, show

I only wanted to make you happy
But I failed, in everything
I wasn't good enough for your perfection

The sky fell down
The walls started to close in
The sun lost it's shine

My hands are reaching for you
My heart only wants you
My eyes only see you

I'm lost amidst the crowd
My hand grabbing your shirt
But you run from my reach

Leaving me all alone
When I only wanted
To stay close to you

I only wanted to see your smile

I only wanted to hold you close

I only wanted to feel your touch

I only wanted to hear your voice

I only wanted to make you happy

I only wanted you....

....that's all I ever wanted....

....just you...

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