I know that you know, that i know you know
that what we feel is real
Both sitting in the front, ready to go...
but so afraid to grab the wheel
Because what if what i thought I knew
turned out to be untrue...
What if I confronted you, and you said no..
what would I do?
And now that I’ve found you... without you...
I don’t think I could go on
I would rather have a fantasy
than the reality of you being gone
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