posted on：2011 years
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Ain’t it funny how we pretend we’re still a
child?
Softly stolen under our blanket skies
Rescue me from me
And all that I believe
I won’t deny the pain
I won’t deny the change
And should I fall from grace
Here with you
Would you leave me too?
Carve out your heart for keeps
In an old oak tree
Hold me for goodbyes and whispered lullabies
Tell me I am still
The one I’m supposed to be
Too late to turn back now
I’m running out of sound
And I am changing I’m changing
And if we died right now
This fool you love somehow
Is here with you
I’m here
