I want someone
To stop me as I leave
Pull me back and read the heart on my sleeve
You may make me smile
But deep down I know
That if I had one foot out the door
You put your hand on my back
And lead me off the floor
You'd shut the door behind me and never see the ocean waves falling in the darkness below my eyes
I could yell and plea for you to ask for me to stay
Each day
I'll find myself outside the door
Phone in hand
Wishing maybe
you'd think to
call
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