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Fourty stories down and still it feels like a fable,
how can this cold heart heat up when it comes to emotions I'm no longer capable,
I can't open myself up or give myself for fear of finally hitting the sidewalk,
since you speak louder than your actions I have to talk the talk,
free falling without an end in sight so I write my lines in the clouds,
fearing when I land so no sleep or tranquility is allowed,
as I swim through this darkness of the night I become closer to me,
my mind suddenly eases and my emotions are set free,
I may never know what I can truly give some unlucky girl unless I place my fears in the rear view,
and the only person who could ever put their foot on my pedal as well as their hands on the wheel was you,
too much of anything is bad on that I will agree,
you are my cancer of emotion that makes my heart bleed.