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Now the county separates us

Was it supposed to be like this

My heart, your hand, our bliss

Taking chances now won’t mend

All the chances we missed



I could be angry, if I could be angry at you

We could be strangers, it’s not too late to

Give in to that avenue of thinking

Though, I don’t want to



I’m calling out for some honesty

How could you read my mind so fully without knowing my heart

How could you ask me to trust you when solving our problems

When all you’d do is pick apart my love for you

Cause, honey, cutting me that way won’t ever solve a thing



You spoke to me so sweetly

Watched as I in front of you began weakening

My love, your will stole selfishly

Damaging my soul permanently

Cause, honey, clocks still don’t heal everything



I still love you despite our differences of love’s definition

I could never forget the innocence of my intentions

I will never forget the molding hands on your creation

Cause, honey, my heart will never be the same