STEVEN'S THOUGHTS AND THINGS
Falling down.I keep picking myself up, just to fall back on the ground. With every breath you say, i love you. I hold on a little more. It`s cold outside, and i`m freezing to death, So come in, and shut the door. I don`t know what`s wrong with me, i try to let you go. But everytime i tell you it`s over, all you can do is say no. I wonder why i do this, holding on to what i can`t see. Maybe it`s not me at all, maybe your holding on to me. I don`t know what it is, that makes me love you Even as my heart breaks. Somehow you let me know it`s all worth it, When i feel it`s all i can take. So no matter how many times i fall, with my face buried in the sand, I know you`ll soon be there, reaching out your hand.
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