You’re right. I’m running away from you
God! It’s starting to sink in how fucked up I’ve been
With you
I long for the intimacy I deprive you
for the shared dreams you deprive me
How much am I putting on the line?
sacrificing a little island paradise
for a huge continent
or maybe it’s the other way round
unwilling to compromise.
Have I crossed the line with you?
I must be but an inch from it
How much are you willing to put up with?
Is it for fear or love that you stay?
And if I were to say something
something to make you feel better, or not
but at least something to say how miserable I am
that I hurt you this way and that I hate myself
And how scared I must be
to do something about it
For is it fear or love
that keeps me here?
A fucked up (island) paradise!
If our hearts are full of fear
I suggest it’s unwise to listen to it
I know my heart though in this matter of torment
- it is love divided
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