In my place,
Were lines I didn't want to face,
I was lost,
How much is that going to cost?
Take down the love-letters from the bookshelf,
Love the person who was once yourself,
Wait. The time will come,
Just wait to see unlike some.
In my place,
There are lines I can't face,
I once loved and lost,
My life isn't at much cost.
Sit down and understand your fear,
It maybe be scary but it's here,
Life isn't clear there is a bit of doubt,
Sometimes you'll want to get out.
In my place,
Were lines I didn't want to face,
The desperate notes and the love notes in life,
I look at them remember. It hurts like a knife.
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