I wasn't cut out for this.
Not ready for a slap in the face.
Time tells me things will not be alright,
and everytime I feel like I am about to leave,
I lie to myself and believe.
I can look into your eyes,
I can see beyond the glances
and half-hearted chances.
Shrug my shoulders
and this cold coat falls off.
In to the sun I run,
buring up to believe.
I wonder if it would have been different.
If I think about how many times,
and how many places I've been.
I passed through them all
with hardly a glance back.
But now I am looking at my shadow,
it haunts me to believe.
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