Sitting here thinking of you
Wondering what is left to do
Do we part ways
And not share our days
Or do we end the madness and admit our love to each other
And work to be together
What do we say when we're scared of the future
And what the other wants we are unsure
Who do we need to become
Or do we just need to get numb
Do we need to bury feelings deep
And not let the other see us weep
Or can we find ways to open our heart
And tell the other we don't want to live a part
How do we move forward and show each other our love
And how do we know it is enough
How do we get back into each other's arms
And lose ourselves in each others charms
I guess it all depends on the trust we have for each other
That in the end will bring us together
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?"
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