Screaming.
Tonight will be the first night I've cried since I met you.
And I didn't think it would ever happen.
I thought things would be brand new.
Maybe I need to learn
to figure myself out
before I involve you.
I don't want to ruin your good day.
Don't waste your time on me.
Make me just a voice in your head.
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