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How do you really descibe

The thing we tend to call love

Our only chance to get away

To rise so high above

The world as we know it

The people we've come to meet

The life we've chosen (or forced) to live

Because it's been placed at our feet

The gift's we've been given

The hands we've held tight

The lips we've kissed softly

Or dreams we've dreamt at night



Is love to be specific

A way out of our insecurites

Or has it become a real hope

To create a modern day fantasy

That was never there from the start

As the end draws shockingly near

Was love something just left behind

While everybody sits waiting here

So how can you be expected

To really get past this "middle"

The lines between "to love or not"

When you've been loved so little



So no one really knows

They can barely comprehend

That love is what you've put in

Not've gotten or taken in the end

So where are we to go now

When everyone's left our side

They've waited too long for nothing

An easy bid of their goodbyes

Where are we to go now

What are we to do

You can't rescue me

And I can't rescue you