You say your hurting is over.
It feels like you're back
This is my reply, my pleading cry.
A tattered page in
There are thousands of things in this world that I'm
Looking back,
no turning back
wouldn't take it back for
a second (a
I am taken
I am not my own
I am floating
Teach me
It's like the laughter of a child in the mind
Hidden pieces of my heart
Wait alone for only you
And I
I've never been one for chase,
but for you I
Figure it out
Wake up, find the key
Search for the answer
come alone and make no attempt to save yourself from
Sixteen years and you're still on my mind.
I know you
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