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If the person that I
once was
Met the person I
am
now
I am sure the two would
argue up
a storm
Or stare at each other with
a
scowl.


If the person I
once knew
Met the person he
is
today
They would laugh and get along
just
fine
And watch as I
wasted
away.


If he met the person you
will love,
That person you
love
now,
He'd feel unworthy of a girl
like
you
And that awe would elicit
a
wow.
Raise your voices high
Lift your banner to the sky
Shout what you believe.
Afraid to open
And to be vulnerable;
To let you inside
And to let you feel my hands
They're so cold; I long to *feel.
He owns the solar panels on a thousand hills
He knows all the satellites by name
He knows when every laptop crashes
He has cheats codes for every video game.
You run through my veins like a lightning bolt
As my soul escapes from an endless dark;
The murmur of wonderings in the vault:
You ignite the points of my soul to spark.
You're everywhere I wished that I could be;
You exhaust my efforts to be someone.
You're everyone I tried to impress & please;
You pull the at the ends 'till I'm all undone.
Why do you chase me around in my head?
Why don't you just let the shadows be?
You fill me with even the smallest thread
Of your being; I am overflowing.
     I just want more, but I cannot afford
     The exhaustion from sleep-walking each night.
Þú keyrir í gegnum æðar eins eldingu Boltinn
Og sál mín sleppur frá endalaus myrkrina;
Hljóðið af hugsunum mínum í gröfin:
Þú kveikja stig af sálinni í neista.
You run through my veins like a lightning bolt
As my soul escapes from an endless dark;
The murmur of wonderings in the vault:
You ignite the points of my soul to spark.
I cannot place the words inside my heart;
They speak without the language of my mind.
And no translator ever faced a part
The difficulty of this certain kind.
I think my spirit longs for something warm;
But that is too abstract a feeling, true:
Perhaps it longs for shelter from the storm...
I doubt it likes all that it's been put through.
My soul has far too much to just express;
It must be a headache to the list'ners.
Its potency is void to the masses.
O, how my heart moans; it is prisoner.
     Distant it is feeling; words cannot say
     Just how far my heart has been pushed away.
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