REAL FEELINGS My mind is made up, I want to come home,
Life isn't fun, living alone;
Too many hours, thinking of you,
Having no clue, what I should do;
I see you there, most every day,
You can't see how you're pushing me away;
I've told you before, the way that I feel,
It breaks my heart, and with that, I cannot deal;
There's a seed, that we've planted,
Please don't take my love for granted;
So we'll both go in the same direction.
I'll give you all my love and affection;
John Farthing
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