I'll admit that I've more than realized
that I wasn't built to feel alive
The way that you look at me
would you let me know,
would you let me know?
I'll admit that
I wish you told me the truth
how you felt about me,
That you needed,
you needed someone with positive vital signs
Keep doing all the same things,
I cant help but grow timid with age,
I wish I could slow things down
and put my feet back on the ground

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