Chance To Run
Can you tell me the distance you're calculating that you'll run?
When will you come back?
I can't follow, my breath is shallow, it's bound to stop before we've begun.
I can't say why, but the chances are high, that I'll be hit with an asthma attack.
Besides this is one of those trips you have to take alone,
I don't want you to go, but if you don't you'll never know what you have at home.
I'm not one of those girls that will chase you around I just want to be there when
you stop running.
Please don't rush, please don't hurry, take your time to roam.
I want my heart to skip beats when it knows your choice is set in stone.
I just hope and wish and pray to God that you don't get distracted,
but when you arrive, no matter how you've acted, not one ounce of my love will be
subtracted...
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