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If everything was up to me I would be gone by the first sight, the first sight of hope, I'd be packed up and out of my way...

But time has be spread so thin, and it's just hours till the day begins. And the things that are keeping you here, are not keeping me here. And the things that are keeping you here will keep me away. And you'll be sorry, isn't that what they'll say? Don't follow your heart, because it just keeps getting your way. And don't ever leave here...

I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head, where I would impress you with every single word I said. It would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming, you'd want to call me. And I would be there every time you'd need me I'd be there everytime. But for now I'll look so longingly, wait on for you to want me, for you to need me, for you to notice me...

Painful realization that all is gone wrong, that nobody cares at all. And nobody cares at all. So you bury all your lovers clothes and burn the letters lover wrote. But it doesn't make it any better, it doesn't make it any better. And the plaster dented from your fist, in the hall where you had your first kiss, reminds you that the memories will fade. So this is strange, a side stepping has come to me, a brillant dance where nobody leads at all, where nobody leads at all...

It's yet to be determined, but the air is thick and my hope is feeling warm, I'm missing you home, and I'm gald you're not a part of this, because parts of me will be missed. And the phone is always dead to me. So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping, and it feels like it's colder then it out to be in March and I've still got a day or two ahead of me till I'll be heading home to your arms again...

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