Flying through the ocean blue, it was then I suddenly knew. Something different and exciting, but also warm and inviting. Standing with you at the edge, overlooking on the ledge 3:30am and not a soul around, the rolling black waves the only sound. That was the summer I would remember, but now it all seems as cold as December. I could sense your hesitation, trying to avoid the situation. The uneasy laughter and fake smile. A foot away but more like a mile. I said to myself that it couldn't be true, but with that wall around you I couldn't break through. I thought it was perfect, but to my surprise, I saw it all crumble before my eyes To come so far and fall so low, I promised I'd be there, but you didn't know.
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