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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