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coachchris
Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
A song of retreat
is plaing in my head
I sit here alone quietly
wishing I were in bed
I like being alone
unless at your side
seems everynight this week
I've sat and cried
So why does this song
continue to repeat
when the least I want
is to back up and retreat
I don't really know
how long it will take
for you to realize
it's my life at stake
You are the world
the world to me
are you chaining me down
or setting me free
is plaing in my head
I sit here alone quietly
wishing I were in bed
I like being alone
unless at your side
seems everynight this week
I've sat and cried
So why does this song
continue to repeat
when the least I want
is to back up and retreat
I don't really know
how long it will take
for you to realize
it's my life at stake
You are the world
the world to me
are you chaining me down
or setting me free
Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
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