Is this the kind of love you're joining in
But weighs on you?
Is this the kind of love you're posing in
And then expires you?
Leaving a hole where a home should be
Leaving a wound where a dream should drip
I am a little scared to tell you the truth
Seems to me it's always leading up
To a proof of desire
I'm heading to a storm with no plan out
I'm hanging from a rope
Like a fruit that inspires

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