the saddest part

So what’s the problem?

And haven’t we been here before?

I won’t describe our surroundings

Mostly because you have your hands over my eyes.

And you’re leading me blind, further into this mess.

If you’re going to leave, then my heart is confused

Should I stay until this welcome is worn out

Or simply bite the bullet and put up my umbrella for the storms ahead

But we’ve been here before

We’ve tried an absent love

It left us damaged and needy

And I think the saddest part

Is that we both know the truth

The more our love grows

The more we ought to let it go

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