I hate to admit my insecurities, but you know all of them
You know the ins and outs to being me
Every inch of my body, or as it was that day
my smile, how my nose crinkles when I laugh
and I miss that knowing, that understanding face
But it hurts to know, that when you get back
I won't be the same
and neither will you; you'll be the stag
hardened by the winter, changed by love
will we let eachother in?
Donne-moi ton coeur, que je criais, mon amour
Je te n'obliera jamais.
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