You won’t be the one who takes my hand,
Please, don’t think I’m writing to complain,
I know, I know, that I can’t.
You may never understand
The way I feel, or who I am.
I used to feel you near,
To feel you almost here,
I’ve been feeling you close,
I’ve been feeling you’re gone,
I have been feeling… So small
Your name is not here, I drawl
Your name inside of me, I pall
All my desire of dreams,  I fall


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