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You and I don't match.
My cliche of lover
Has followed me all the way home.
And still you won't follow suit.
Just like the rain follows you.
And you find it hard to.
To breathe in deep.
It's stuck in my throat..
I feel it in my sleep.
Waiting for better times,
That you have promised.
Never have been worse before.
The faith..the hope..that we will make progress.
Don't let me go before you.
Our hearts were true.
We opened up.