Maybe I could make another
and you'd stick around
maybe I could do a lot of things worth while.
Maybe you need to deal with some things on your own.
They'd call you their river and I had high hopes you'd come running.
For what'd feel like miles would all but disappear from the soles of your shoes
as soon as you'd see me.
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