This, I guess, is to tell you you're chosen out from the rest.
Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place should I leave it there?
I want to hold the hand inside you. I want to take a breath that's true. I look to you and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth.
I think of her, but she thinks only of him. And though it’s a whim, she thinks only of him. Oh how long will it take till she sees the mistake she’s made?
And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I have sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk.
Goodbye, my Almost Lover. Goodbye my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you. Can't you just let me be?
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