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the saddest part
So what’s the problem?
And haven’t we been here before?
I won’t describe our surroundings
Mostly because you have your hands over my eyes.
And you’re leading me blind, further into this mess.
If you’re going to leave, then my heart is confused
Should I stay until this welcome is worn out
Or simply bite the bullet and put up my umbrella for the storms ahead
But we’ve been here before
We’ve tried an absent love
It left us damaged and needy
And I think the saddest part
Is that we both know the truth
The more our love grows
The more we ought to let it go
