Too late, you're right
Too afraid to decide
And I left another empty page
In chapter one of this novel
Waiting on you, like a miracle
A dream never to happen, a thought
That only exists in my mind, you're mine
Only there
We're running outta time
Folding paper stars
Cause this sky I stare at is empty, bare
No hopes, just the thin, cold midnight air
The pen in my hand, I try to envisage
You in my story
But all I see is a perfect blur
A moment to hold
In the heart's mad, self-destructive depths
No other soul or being can comprehend
The storm that courses
Deep in the veins of your hands
Hesitation, perhaps this could wait another day?
Absolution, your answer, you never say
A little less silence, and a few more words
You sit there wasting all this time
And I'm left watching this tragedy unfold
This story for another time, never told
Because you're keeping it on replay
On the same moment, every single day
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