But something told me to run, and honey you know me it's all or none.
There were sounds in my head. Little voices whispering that I should go and this should end. Oh and I found myself listening.
See I thought love was black and white. That it was wrong or right. And I think I'm torn inside.
And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call. You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all. But you taught me how to trust myself, and so I say to you this is what I have to do.


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