Dissecting every little microscopic word you say
Trying to navigate through the waves of how you think
Piecing together shared remnants of your past
Am I the first, will I be the last!?
Old insecurities come surging in
Like an unexpected thunder storm
Tell me, am I any closer to understanding you?
Am I hot or cold to finally unearthing your distant heart?
I know I tend to cling, I know I can agitate at times
But please don't let your love for me turn to hate
It's not too late to negate the past
Let's just hold each other tight
Like a love scene from our past.
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