Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand, there's a pen I will a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand, write the way into his heart
But in this world of infinite choices
What would it take just to find that special day?
What would it take just to find
That special day?
Have I found, everybody a fun assignement to do today?
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
When I can't even read my own feeling,
What good are words when a smile would say it all?
And if this world don't write me an ending,
What would it take, just for me to have it all?
Does my pen, only write bitter word for those who are dear to me?
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Is it love if I take you or is it love if I set you free?
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
How can I write love in your reality?
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat,
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you...
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I'll leave you be.

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