One thing you might hate about me
is i love too much.
It might eat you up.
If you think you’ll drown,
then just let it in,
I’ll teach you how to swim.
I can’t promise it won’t hurt
’cause it’l hurt like hell.
Why keep a blank canvas
with no story to tell.
When you’re sailing through the storm
I swear you will feel it.
The rush of freedom, taste of something wild
A great handful of love and life –
When it comes, promise me you’ll steal it.
Take it as your own.
Take it as your own so you never feel alone.
Take it as your own – and make it your home.
‘Cause we’ll love too much
and it’ll hurt like hell
but all the scars will make
a pretty story to tell~
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