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Jul 2010
Its not about me…it’s about we
But there is no we…with the absence of she
With the absence of  she…then I can’t really be
If I can't really be…then I’m not really me
The questions are there…but I can’t even see
Without the answers…then ill never be free
I’m constantly running…don’t know where ill flee
Ill never move on…but you don’t agree
How can I move on…when my heart won’t beat
Without your presence…I can’t breath
Feel like I’m sinking…drowning at sea
The only thing…that can set me free
Hearing you say…1, 4, 3
Written by
Max Chisholm
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