Fall came fast; hell, it ran me down. 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. I'm goin...
And getting by has turned to treading water, and every day is another weight tied to my legs. I don't wanna be the weight tied to your legs so if you need some time I will wait for you.
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