I've thought about it a thousand times,
and it still doesn't make sense,
only because all my life,
I've been building me a fence.
A mur to keep away fear,
to keep away the grief and pain,
to divert the hurt I knew could come,
that in my cœur, coeur would it sustain.
I stagger the halls in shame,
for jouer la comédie the way I do and how I treat you,
And I know that I shouldn't,
but its the only thing I know how to do.
I force myself to push toi away,
accompanied with fret,
cause I know that's not what I want
and it becomes another regret.
When the thought of toi comes to mind,
the pain begins to seep,
the grief begins to...
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