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You Know I Can’t Make It On My Own

Yellow light is my first sight,

of course, I fell asleep with the light on,

unable to keep myself from our dreams.

When I woke up,

every single time I do, in fact,

regular as clockwork, I swear,

every time, that it will be the last time.

Too many times have gone,

heavenly hell, tender torture,

every time, I beg myself to spare myself.

Let me save myself,

oh, why can’t I love myself?

Value myself?

Enchant myself, so I can be free?

Oh, I know.

Forever is a long time,

my soul seeks it, constantly,

yet I thought she was done,

living each day at a time for once.

It was never real,

forever never is,

even with you.

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