There's lots of stories in the big city
And two sides to every one
If you've ever been inside a triangle
There's only so far you can run
Alone in the darkness this tangle of emotions once was
When did she slip away?
When did trouble walk through the door and stay?
Honey, we both walked in with baggage
Equal parts of hope and fear
We'd help each other break the cycle
And the pain would disappear
Ah, the cost of good intentions
The bags are by the door and fear has conquered all

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