Fresh Footsteps
I find her wandering within my dreams;
leaving fresh footsteps in memory's dust.
And whenever I think of her, it seems
I find her wandering within my dreams.
And I feel the anguish in silent screams,
lamenting that she had betrayed my trust.
I find her wandering within my dreams;
leaving fresh footsteps in memory's dust.
Lamenting that she had betrayed my trust,
a trickle of tears trickles down my cheek.
And I steel my heart against wanton lust,
lamenting that she had betrayed my trust.
For two to merge as one, trust is a must:
it's what makes a relationship unique.
Lamenting that she had betrayed my trust:
a trickle of tears trickles down my cheek.
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