The Things I Wish You Knew
If you plan to run away
Try to tell me that you'll stay
Break the dawn like a Ray
Say the things you'd never say
With your bow you take your aim
Left me with myself to blame.
Fell hard for you when summer came
After that, things weren't the same.
I'm dealing with the agony
Of something that you just don't see.
If you tell me we can never be
My love for you will be the death of me.
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