I missed
you but I didn't want to tell you
I need
you but I don't want to know
Sometimes
I'm glad just to know you're here
But
most times I'm afraid, yes I'm afraid
Why didn't
somebody tell me
That
there were more heartaches to learn
Why
didn't anybody tell me
That
there were more corners to turn
I dreamt
of us, we were on a middle road
Holding
hands and going all the way
Sometimes
I'm afraid, I'm afraid that we are here
But
most times I hold my dream, I hold my dream
Why didn't
anybody tell me
That
there were more streetlights to leave
Why
didn't anybody tell me
That
the turn of the wheel was never to cease.
That
the turn of the wheel was never to cease.
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