Come running at the last second.
I hold my breath as the cool wind blows, trying not to turn around this time.
I'd lie to myself and say you'll come again this time.
But we all know I've burnt that bridge.
Set it aflames just to watch it burn down.
Second chances are for those who only need that much,
we all know that I'm the special kind with more times then trys.
And like I said in the darkness,
if you'll hold my hand I'll walk along this unstable path with you.
But you're not here, so should I hold my breath as I fall into myself?
Wallow inside the pain only I will always create.
Breathe into me a new life, but you can't give me that,
cause you're not coming round this time.
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