My conscience

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This is how I see us
Two wanderers lost in time with out a map or clock
I wish the hands could be turned back
And start all over again

I believe that we met by fate
Oblivious to each others existence
For how much longer no one knows
I really have to decide my future

Believe it or not I love you
I just can't define the meaning of love
I'm second thinking this 'thing' we got going
Every breath I take is a struggle

If heart break could kill I'd be decaying
In the casket of your empty mind
To think about us is hazardous
I guess I'm leaving you behind


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