The fall came fast, hell it ran me down. And the cold wind burned my throat as I ran after you.
I cross the weeks off but I can’t remember a thing.
So I kiss your forehead, close my eyes and go to sleep.
And getting by has turned to treading water, and every day’s another weight tied to my legs.
I don’t wanna be a weight tied to your legs.
So if you need some time, I will wait for you.
I’ll wait
for when your clouds clear up
beneath your eyes
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