I've stayed too long, at least a week or two, And now I wonder, can I leave at all?
Running away is all I seem to do,
Walking the edge, afraid to rise or fall.
We've shared a thousand secrets in a glance,
Poured out our hearts and watched them drain away, Viewed the same dream, each through a separate stance, Soothing our pain saw nights turn into day.
I am most vulnerable in your sight,
You leave no walls for me to hide behind,
You make me laugh, through tears, at my own plight, And search for answers I don't want to find.
If there's one hope I'll cling to in the end, It is that I may always call you friend.
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