there is no taking back
all my truest thoughts
behind doors i've hidden
and places you've walked
under streetlight alone
as clouds cry with thunder
rain washes away
our yesterdays forever
unknown to your soul
i cried out for help
maybe it was me
who caused you to wail
tears of longing
to save you from hurt
while i dying
by the hands of a murderer
you sensed i was different
and promised me your heart
afraid to lose control
i stepped from the dark
the embrace of loss
drew us together
and i will never leave you
never
all my truest thoughts
behind doors i've hidden
and places you've walked
under streetlight alone
as clouds cry with thunder
rain washes away
our yesterdays forever
unknown to your soul
i cried out for help
maybe it was me
who caused you to wail
tears of longing
to save you from hurt
while i dying
by the hands of a murderer
you sensed i was different
and promised me your heart
afraid to lose control
i stepped from the dark
the embrace of loss
drew us together
and i will never leave you
never
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