You probably know what I’m going to say.
You probably know what needs to be said.
Can you hear the words I hold in my heart?
Would it hurt you to know that I could forget you one day?
I’ve closed the window,
the rain is beating hard against the glass.
The howling wind is locked out,
the pelting rain is far away from me.
long after the sun has come up.
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