Maybe he’ll come back,
back to who I thought he was,
or maybe he didn’t ever leave,
and I just want someone,
to return,
when they had never visited me at all.
Maybe he’ll be new,
to this party,
if I close my eyes,
if I count to ten,
if I make a wish.

Maybe he’ll have flowers in his hands,
and pouring from his lips.
Maybe he just needs some time,
maybe he will get it right,
maybe he’ll come back.
Maybe, I won’t wait.
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