I cant trust your compassion
There's progression & there's digression:
whole steps & ones half taken.
If I could shorten the distance
between our breath
with a simple story I could craft
I'd sit and write
in depth, in depth
and send it right into your head.
with a simple story I could craft
I'd sit and write
in depth, in depth
and send it right into your head.
I don't need a man to buy me flowers
I have hands to pick their own
and I don't need you to show me love
I've all ready been shown.
we've all ready made known
and our hearts flourish
now that their not alone.
Let them fly and be flown.
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