I say the sweetest things
I say them with such conviction
Because at the time I believe them
Whether or not the feelings will change
Like the direction of the winds
Who knows
Finding a new muse
But that doesn’t mean that eye still doesn’t wander
Think about what could’ve been
If you were mine
Maybe in another time
We could be together
Right now the time isn’t right
Blame my mind playing tricks on me
Starting off hot and heavy
Then going ice cold
Out of the blue
Not being consistent
You don’t deserve it
And I don’t deserve you
I’m not ready
Sounds like a copout but it’s far from that
Admittance is the first step to recovery
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