I think you are lovely.
I think you are lost.
I think you are broken--broken for all the wrong reasons.
"She's not coming back,
and you can let go. You have
always wondered what
it's like to be free.
Now is your chance, now is your
turn. Don't let it get
away--don't let me
get away. Because I'll run,
and I won't look back."
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