Maybe I'll be standing there alone with you wondering what in the world I'm suppose to do.
And there you are with the confusion in your eyes, walls built up, and staring at me.
While I have light in my eyes, my bridges are burnt down, and my hands fidgeting.
And I feel beatings in my heart that I just can't control.
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