Games, changes and fears... When will they go from here... When will they stop...
I believe that fate has brought us here...
I play it off, but I'm dreaming of you...
I try to say goodbye and I choke... Try to walk away and I stumble... Though I try to hide it...
it's clear...
My world crumbles when you are not near...
Here is my confession May I be your possession, I need your touch...
~Your love~
I try, Macy Gray..
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