The realization that sooner or later things have a way of coming full circle. No matter how far you run from them.

The root of my trouble 
That I’ve found 
Running too often, losing my ground
The truth of the matter 
Is I really miss you 
Because I’m afraid 
Will leaving be wrong 
Is it running away 
What else do I know is true 
I don’t know how to feel 
The question do you love me to 
Can things ever be right 
Or do we just always fight 
How much can I take 
My heart already decided to break 
I just don’t know 
how can I ever let go 
To what I hoped to have 
But now what I want 
Is the pain to end 
To go on with life 
And begin again 
But am I running if I leave 
Right now I just don’t know 
That’s my trouble, I do believe

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