It's late at night or
maybe not as all things
seem so relative in love
and war and time.
And if he weren't around
would you come with me
or would you go to
meet him again wherever?
Do you love him as a friend
like you may do for me or
has the years been more
of a habit than a dream?
And the games you play
just a feeling of freedom
or maybe it is more
serious than I see it?
When I see you, my life
stops, for a minute, to
reflect and think of the
times I once shared--away.
Let it be for a while
longer as we have fun
together and don't think
of the other guy like me.
And if you find it too
hard for you, one will leave.
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