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Songs : "Ache" by James Carrington

Isn’t it strange, the way things can change

Life that you lead, turned on its head

suddenly someone, means more than you felt for

house in its yard, turns into home.

Sorry but I meant to say, many things along the way, this ones for you.


The cold winter breeze seeps in between the windows cleft, and I found myself grasping the blanket more and snug beneath it..hoping that somehow, it will warm me up..

Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache,

Have I told you I ache, for you…

The night seems a little bit merciful to me. I guess she dare not to left me in total darkness, and for that, she goes agaisnt all odds..and outside the window, the winter night is not as merely dark as it had been for the past few days. Somehow I can see the night sky, illuminated by the north rays.

Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache,

have I told you I ache, for you…

I never meant to cross the line, for all I hope is for someone that can warm me up. And believe me when I said I really pull my heart away from it, as I know, this will lead only to a bad road…for I have travelled far, and I have felt every deceitful turn, and the excruciating pain of being loss alone..

The time that it took, writing words for my book, seems to have broken off

the gate that I shot,

last time I got hurt

seems to have opened itself

oh what its spinnin now,

its tryna catch me up

tell me to appriciate, here and now

I’m sorry but I meant to say

many things along the way

this ones for you.

and so, when you open your eyes, and looked at me in the eyes, as if I am a total stranger..I understood at once, my time had come. Our time had past. Those moments that we cherished together was far behind, and now I shall retreat and give you the space you demanded.

Have I told you i ache, Have i told you i ache, have i told you i ache, for you…

Have I told you i ache, Have i told you i ache, have i told you i ache, for you… 

Rubbing my hand and feet together, I wish for a piece of warmth, a little leftover that you might had accidentally forgot to bring away with you..

..I grasp the cold blanket some more, pulling it higher..

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