Sometimes I try to imagine
What its like for you to live there
With me here
So far from you
And then I realize
I know so much less about you
Then I thought that I ever did
And I knew more then most
So now you left me asking questions
Wanting answers
Dying to know what happened
What this means
But I'll leave it to you
To figure it out first
And then maybe once you're ready
You can let me know
And Fly Back to me to Pour Out your Heart's Cries
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