The time has come.
I break free
And I thought this was
My simplicity.
But I desire their return.
I ask myself:
Why wish such things untrue?
Why do what they do?
Who is this girl
That stands in front of me
With tears in her eyes?
Needing those arms,
Which used to hold her tight.
They made every wrong seem right.
I know it was for the best,
And I know you're happy,
And you're
Free.
But you're without
Me.
Let's go back.
Let's start over.
Let's not take a minute for granted.
Let's not take eachother for granted,
Anymore. |
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