Believe that I tried to say goodbye
It’s just that your smile brought me to shame
And my legs grew heavier as I tried to back away.

Believe that I was going to let you go
And end this whole charade
But your skin brushed against mine and everything grew gray.

Believe that I know this is wrong
And I know you do too
So why is it the right thing is just so hard to do?


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