YOU SAY
You say I’ll be okay,
That you’re here to stay.
You say you love me,
That you’re dreaming of a we.
How can you still believe?
How do you know I won’t leave?
How can you have such hope?
How can we walk this tightrope?
I want you more than anything,
But this would just be a fling.
For now I’ll keep this inside,
And let all my feelings slide.
Then maybe one day,
We’ll be okay.
One day we’ll be ready,
And we’ll be steady.
Yet that day is not here.
And I’m dreaming it’s coming near.
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