I don’t think I might last into the night
I think I’m going to run from fright
I’m always wondering and pondering
Not minding the skies’ thundering
I hate that tears are slipping through
Falling through the lines I drew
I’m trying to be brave,
But it’s you I crave
No pretenses, just the truth
Cannot be denied like a ripen fruit
What’s the use of hiding?
When you’re slowly dying
I don’t want to be brave anymore
I just want to feel more
I’m not going to hide and cry
Because all my tears are dry
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