You never come back to where you started,
You're always a little bit back.
Sure you learned a thing or two,
But what time you spent learning, you now find yourself displaced sideways.
Much like the weather,
We can't predict the future,
But because we can hope,
We can be sure that we change the unwritten future as well.
When we pray for those who we want to stay with us,
Even if you'd be ashamed to hear that they found out,
Or when we wish that we could be with someone,
And cross our hearts that we'd never let them find out,
What's the difference?
Sitting alone here, or sitting alone here with you,
Finally ready to go from here,
Am I leaving, running?
No.
Because I'll be back whether you know it or not.
Because this will happen again whether I like it or not.
And because I'm thinking of you, no matter what.
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