stayed tender and avoided what could be mine,
perceived life as though i had no feeling,
prolonged memories hold my past with a firm grip,
struck with decisions that favor my drop,
perhaps u can bring me back to my trail.
heal me bring me back,
back from waiting for signals that won't light,
maybe then i can call you mine,
and perhaps hold you like i wouldn't ever let go,
is life about sweet memories,
if maybe someone warned me before i was born.
so just please heal him, bring him back.
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