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I want to love you, but I
Dont know what to tell you
When I try to look at the past
It looks like an endless expanse.

I dont remember what it felt like
I dont remember the love nor the pain
I pushed so hard that I stumbled and fell.
Now I want to climb up but how can I
When I'm already up again.

You say you'd do anything to make it work.
I feel sorry for you,
Because you said it with so much conviction.
But I dont know how to respond

You say you can do anything to get me back
I hope you can...
All I remember is a distant past when I felt
I was happy despite the pain
I was alive and I want to feel that again.

You told me that I taught you so much,
Maybe I did it for a time like this.
A time When it would be me
Who would need to be taught again.


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