My heart is pumping for one reason. maybe it's my imagination, but it's true. it's all in your hands. I no longer have this on my shoulders.
Oh no, it must be something I said. love is another word for regret. you know, it must be part of my plan. it's never too late to understand.
and I wanted it to be something more than just another run-around for me. and even though... I'm glad that I'm finally free. all that's left for my life is now up to me.
and I walk around for days and I only see you in my dreams.
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