The Promise
Whenever you think you've got it all
you realize you're empty still
How can I tell you what you anticipated turned out not to be?
Words can build and words can destroy
What will it be?
Too precious your friendship, yet more it can’t be
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Worlds apart we live and a dream is all it will ever be
To love is to hold, yet this is not to be
For I've said “to love and to hold” and a promise I must keep
only to be empty still whatever the cost may be
Not to know the real you is to compete, but not to win
One word is all I need, for worlds apart we live
Wherever I go your image goes crystal clear and fragile
Never to be touched, never to be held, never to be loved
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