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Forgive me if I intrude,
If I'm a little bold,
I've always been a little odd,
From all that I've been told…
But something about the way you smile,
Something about the way you trust,
Good Lord, send me a soul to love,
And forget this useless lust…
So many tiring hours spent,
Looking for his name…
Trying to find a hint,
If he's still the same…
I could have been the secret girl,
Chosen at a whim,
I threw my heart at his chest,
But still, I did choose him…
I don't know what is real anymore,
My mind does war against me,
Somehow I must get the patience,
To tame the visions that taint me.
So please forgive me if I'm odd,
My heart is just too hopeless to worry with,
But also because I am scared,
That true love is just a painted myth.
If I'm a little bold,
I've always been a little odd,
From all that I've been told…
But something about the way you smile,
Something about the way you trust,
Good Lord, send me a soul to love,
And forget this useless lust…
So many tiring hours spent,
Looking for his name…
Trying to find a hint,
If he's still the same…
I could have been the secret girl,
Chosen at a whim,
I threw my heart at his chest,
But still, I did choose him…
I don't know what is real anymore,
My mind does war against me,
Somehow I must get the patience,
To tame the visions that taint me.
So please forgive me if I'm odd,
My heart is just too hopeless to worry with,
But also because I am scared,
That true love is just a painted myth.
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I no longer knew the feeling of sleep. I would close my eyes and open them to a whole new world, signifying that time had passed, but just how much? Now that I had no physical form to feel rest, to feel anxiety, how did I know whe
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Shame or pride
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See past the facade
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Keep the tears from showing
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It
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It's always scary to take that chance hoping it's true love while worrying it might not be real.
I believe it's real, but I might be biased since I believe I've found it.
I believe it's real, but I might be biased since I believe I've found it.