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Is there ever really a right time |
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You had led me to believe |
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Someday you'd be there for me |
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When the stars above aligned |
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When you weren't so consumed |
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I kept looking for the clues |
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So I waited in the shadows of my heart |
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And still the time was never right |
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Until one day I stopped caring |
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And began to forget why I longed to be so close |
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And I disappeared into the darkness |
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And the darkness turned to pain |
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And never went away |
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Until all that remained |
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Was buried deep beneath the surface |
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A shell of what things could have been |
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Tired bones beneath the veil |
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of guarded secrets all too frail |
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Sad to think I never knew |
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You were searching for the words |
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For the moment to emerge |
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Yet the moment never came |
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You couldn't risk my fragile frame |
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Until one day you stopped caring |
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And began to forget why you tried to be so close |
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And you disappeared into the darkness |
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And the darkness turned to pain |
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And never went away |
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Until all that remained |
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Was buried deep beneath the surface |
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I would scream just to be heard |
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As if yelling at the stars |
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I was bleeding just to feel |
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You would never say a word |
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Kept me reaching in the dark |
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Always something to conceal |
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Until one day I stopped caring |
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And began to forget why I longed to be so close |
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And I disappeared into the darkness |
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And the darkness turned to pain |
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And never went away |
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Until all that remained |
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Was buried deep beneath the surface |
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Beneath the surface |
