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My heart begged yours to love him, yours replied to him to wait patiently, but patience is no virtue it's the streets lights on the way home before curfew.
I blindly race further and further into the dark,
And I could almost make out your silhouette in the drive way, never mind that's not you.
Who are you running from, As if a 100 meter dash could actually distance you from your past, there are no college scholarships to jump loves hurdles, I can't lie to you.
Who's to blame him you or me, And notice him came before you and me but I often feel you still love him so where does that leave you and me, maybe I should have put me between him and you.
You know my grandmother would say things like love is just a place holder for pain until things change, so maybe that's what you were getting at, but maybe that's where you lost your courage at.
Yes love is war we take no prisoners only heads to mount on walls and skins to wear like trophies, not to belittle out advisory but to bask in the blood and tears we had to shed for that.
So I guess yes, yes I do love you deeply sinking into your darkest abyss holding on to your pain drowning in your in hardship.
But If I must die here trying to reach you let it not be for lack of effort know that there were just no sails on you heart's ship.
