Your name I ask,
yet you run so fast
My heart questions itself,
pours boiling water to my cold self
Anxiety consumes me, but doesn't move me,
doesn't entice me to run
To catch the train
the train that leads to you.
Your name I ask,
yet you run so fast
My heart questions itself,
pours boiling water to my cold self
Anxiety consumes me, but doesn't move me,
doesn't entice me to run
To catch the train
the train that leads to you.
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