Am I a trouble you take?
Why don't you let go?
I pull you out in these dark streets, to twist and twirl. Loose my own way. And for an hour be young, wild and free. Yet every conversation you bring up takes me back.
Why don't you let go?
I won't be your guide in the dark. I'm the one to roll down the hill. Will pull you along, without a doubt. I'm the one to turn off all the lights, to make it even darker. Rush myself in the nearest wall, without a lighthouse to guide me, over and over again.
Why you keep running along with me?
Why you fall with me?
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