Walked to the end of the park
didn't know what to say,
looked to the sky,
and thought about today.
Confussion at its best,
for turning me away
didn't know what was comming,
saw how heavy this burden but didn't know its weigh.
To stay or not to stay?
Those are both my answers
I want to be with you, but yet so far apart.
The way we are, such an ugly art,
today I'll make a decision at the end of this park.
Either stay on this path,
or make a-stray.
Either or, I wont wake up,
even though knowing is too much.
So help me out, move along,
I want understand us before long,
don't let me stand there and tell you "no",
when we both know, I don't want you to go.
Come on now, hard enough.
Help me out, help me up,
this holes deep, and I'm buried inside,
wipe away those tears cried.
Help me now, before confussions at its best.
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