When I lay down upon the grass
To stare up at the stars and dream
I had no idea that you were next to me
Until you came and stole a piece of my heart
And got up and walked away.
So now I’m wounded
Lying here
And I don’t know what to do
Should I get up and walk away?
Or sit and wait to see if you’ll come back to me?
Dare I hope that another will come;
To wipe away these tears,
Treat me like a jewel,
Think of me as his angel,
And protect my heart from pain?
But what if you come back
And these shadows from my past
Arise and threaten my peace?
What will I do then?
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