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When you said it...that you were scared to Hurt me... Was it cause you can predict the time?
When you told me the truth...was it to scare me away?
It's not that easy girl...cause that's just a going phase.
It's a bit complicated
This situation we contrive.
It's not easy to explain
These thoughts that run through my head are mine.
difficult too sustain.
Do you ignore me when I'm not around... To let me go from your mind?
Do you forget who we are
And start all over with something more to find?
Every place we ever go
Will be different,
Never be the same
Perhaps we may never know
And we will always chase.
Guess that's just the chance
We have to take.
Buzzed to the head
Will forever erase.
This perfection that we create
But Nothing's perfect
So When it is...
We must escape...
Run away cause hell awaits.