Some of us hover while we're waiting for the other who was dying since the day they were born, well, this is not that: I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown.
And I thought of it forever, now I'm not so sure, you try to tell me that I'm clever, but that won't take me anyhow, or anywhere, with you.
You said that I was naive and, I thought that I was strong. I thought, "hey I could leave, I could leave," but now I know that I was wrong. 'Cause I missed you.
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