Don't run.

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It's not you it's me

Some days I feel broke inside, but I won't admit.
Would you tell me I was wrong.
There's nothing I wouldn't do, to have just one more chance.
To look into your eyes and see you looking back.

Pacing by the train that went by every 35 minutes.
Turning back time was like an attempt to fly.
I really see no point.
You're physically there, but not mentally.
I really don't see no point.
It's impossible.
And afterall to find the reason for living gone.

♥