My trust is like an ocean
Waivering and forceful
I keep telling myself to move on
In a blue moon you are back at my finger tips
I try to say no
But my heart says yes
I want you to stay away
Yet I want you to call me babe
Before I know it you are gone again
You are out of my grasp
But you have not left my heart
You have not left my mind
Until you come back
I will try to move on
But for some reason I can't let go
If you decide to come back-stay awhile
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