Excuses, excuses.
I just want to take you and run.
I would want you there, but mostly I want you not to leave.
Where is the spark?
Where are the flames?
Where is that feeling of invincibility?
You snap be back so well.
But for the moment, I just don't want to be real.
Must you be so harsh?
I'm stuck in a fairytale.
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