Fallaway

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I wish I could cradle your heart in my hands.

Weather to crush it, or feed it, is a tough decision.

Are you worthy of my love?
Are you in it for the long run?

Or do you just want a toy?
A plaything to entertain you.

Or do you want my soul
And all my rough edges.

You must decide
Before I fall away.

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