We'll grow but we'll never bloom again
It's not right, it's not OK
Say the words that you are saying
I'm not fine, I'm in pain
It's harder everyday
A fool to let you slip away
I chase you just to hear you say
You’re scared and that you think that I’m insane
I see you, you look so nice from here
Pity I can’t see it clearly
While you’re standing there, it disappears
It disappears
Maybe we're better off this way?
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