I burnt my foam finger
Maybe I'm just scared. The feeling of loneliness can tear a person right into two. But what if it's fear that makes me act the way I do. You said it yourself, there's potential to be great. With all of your connections and passion you'll leave once again. Do you remember why I broke down? Because losing you is the number one thing I hate. All we have is this small talk, a heart beat and a past.
Look me in the eyes, just hold me one last time. Can you tell me honestly, do you think this will last?
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