I like the heat to much to be worried about burns.
As the sun rises I recognize we are no longer one. You go your way and I go mine. But my path is always to follow you behind. Strangers under the sun. Lovers under covers.
You wrapped me up and pulled me in to leave me hanging on a string.
An one day I will be strong enough to walk away. But not today. No not today.
And I'm glad the world is ending. I will no longer by plagued by the thought of you.
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