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You
Breaking my way through the cracks,
I see clearly what has been buried deep.
My heart starts to beat in pain,
Realizing what has happened since I've found you.
You have pushed me down, pulled me back,
You've been an addiction I've been trying to keep.
I hadn't realized the strain,
The hardships you've put me through.
I can see the sun ride cleary now,
It's rays brightening up the sky.
I feel like I can breathe again,
With difficulty but little by little I will get there.
You will never change
But you will never stay the same.
Everything is so much different through your eyes,
One day you will really care.
Tell me, how is it that you want this to end?
It isn't a happy fairy tale.
You've built your walls around yourself,
Blocking me away from the you I knew.
As I slip through the holes of your sanity,
You see how much I don't need you anymore.
A life without you...
Nothing use to make sense until I found you.
I see clearly what has been buried deep.
My heart starts to beat in pain,
Realizing what has happened since I've found you.
You have pushed me down, pulled me back,
You've been an addiction I've been trying to keep.
I hadn't realized the strain,
The hardships you've put me through.
I can see the sun ride cleary now,
It's rays brightening up the sky.
I feel like I can breathe again,
With difficulty but little by little I will get there.
You will never change
But you will never stay the same.
Everything is so much different through your eyes,
One day you will really care.
Tell me, how is it that you want this to end?
It isn't a happy fairy tale.
You've built your walls around yourself,
Blocking me away from the you I knew.
As I slip through the holes of your sanity,
You see how much I don't need you anymore.
A life without you...
Nothing use to make sense until I found you.
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