Come on run with me
The blame doesn’t belong to you anymore
Let’s get the hell out of here
Our hands clasped together
in loose prayer
our eyes following the
new light of the matter
to get through everything
that has been revealed
I know now you have your open lies
And your secret truths
But trust me
This time...
I want to be free of this too...
And I know I might not be
Everything you want
I know you miss the sound of the sun
And the familiar chaos it brings
But you will look back one day soon
Maybe even today
And know that even the broken
Can have
Happy endings
In the right unconditional hands
Unconditional
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Unconditional

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