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"Commitment Is A Four-Letter Word"
Wake up, your laboured breathing
has kept me awake for what feels like days,
and these frightened eyes aren't fooling anyone.
not such frightened eyes.
Slow down, your white-knuckle dreaming
weighs heavier on me than I think you know.
and this terrified silence won't hold forever.
oh, what terrified silence.
This microcosm of your hopes and dreams
bathed in a tired streetlamp's glow.
If only trust could be rebuilt as quickly
as teenage hearts from their summer romances.
Let's see out these last few hours
in the pale reflections of everything
we've learned today and lost tomorrow.
But we've learned today.
This microcosm of your hopes and dreams
bathed in a tired streetlamp's glow.
If only trust could be rebuilt as quickly
as teenage hearts from their summer romances.
But we've learned today,
oh, how much we learned.
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