In the dark, chill of the night
I sat and thought of her.
And the things that I never say
For fear of feeling pain.
You wait, you pace, you contemplate.
You live, you learn, you make mistakes.
On a walk to the higher road
I found a piece of me.
And what was I to do?
Except give it to you.
You wait, you pace, you contemplate.
You live, you learn, you make mistakes.
So now I'm moving on.
There's not much left anyhow.
I'll take all I believe
To keep me company.

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