Standing on the edge of reason
leaning toward the unfamiliar
will this be another season
a fading dream that slowly wither away
in my mind i can see this feeling of bliss
runaway from things i wont miss
drawn to only what could be
never really knowing what you mean to me
what you mean to me
no matter how close no one really knows
the fire that grows
if i could only show you something real this time
despite of all this emptiness i feel inside
cause all i ask of you this time
is look beyond the things i said that didn’t shine
and try to understand the shades of gray and all of my mistakes
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