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Shit

some things were not meant to be
is there solace or insult in that

what are you waiting for?
you, i can't believe i found you

you found me and i found you
you were looking for me?

all my life
have you known for so long?

there are none like me
just the one

can i be me for you
will you let me enjoy in my own peculiar way

i can offer what you've only dared dream of
i could not ask that of you

you didn't
so you would give freely?

i would give gladly
and what do you want of me

enjoy
some things were meant to be

can i take you to the moon?
lead me where you will

do you like the view
very much

this is a wonderful place to be
i thoroughly agree

there's something that's turned out wrong
are we not where you want to be?

yes
am i not who you want me to be

perfect in every way
then how can something wrong

i'm not what i portrayed me to be
but why did you take me to the moon to tell me

this is where i like to be
then here you'll be free

daggers and roses and sweet cool wine
fools in a hurry and carnage in the wake
many words have come full circle
the truth finally clear
and yet it's still a shell
fragile isolation till the lesson can be forgotten
or maybe this is the time to finally break free.

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