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A Step To Late

And Maybe For Us

Not Even a Push will do

 

You've haunted my dreams

I know you're real

The perfect one

The one that feels unreal

 

Like a ghost you haunt

Everything I do

You make me feel self-consious

Like an animal in a zoo

 

If I could let you go

That would be grand

But right now

I need to get my head out of the sand

 

To face this reality around me

I need tools

 

A knife to cut this bond

A mic to give me the power of song

To barf up my feelings

To a gawking world

 

A can of perfume

To hide the smell of imperfections

And a dream catcher

To get you out of my little head

 

Now the dreams are chased out

Like a pack of wolves

Running from hunters

That want the pelt of a life

To make them feel whole

 

I now realize

That I'm me

That I can live my life

Happy and free

 

All I need is a little piece of you

Because it's afully lonely

Without a piece

Of you and your torment

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