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Who would have figured by singing out my heart,
i would have found a listener to start,
takes all my words written apart,
aims at the source with a glance dart,

can't hold this anymore, set in stone,
arms are exhausted from not letting go,
holding on forever is a skill i've honed,
blinding my heart from forcing to show,

it's hard to see you now that we're older,
now that they're heavier, now that i'm colder,
shoulders exhausted carrying the weight of a boulder,
feel like i was filed away in some folder,

sometimes i get lost and it takes city lights,
to calm all the arguments and prevent all the fights,
another month flies by and i will still try,
to keep myself in her desired eyes.