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maybe someday I'll explain... if I must
but who will earn that sort of trust
used to be it was get there or bust
well I busted

then I came here
sometime last year
or the year before
afraid to ask for more
than casual affection
ethereal embrace
numbed from feeling fear
you can't see my face
pain and broken dreams
nothing can replace

maybe someday I'll answer... if I must
but how to give that sort of trust
used to be give it or bust
well I busted

then I came here
a way to hide my fear
and you can see me smile
but if you stay a while
maybe you'll see through
to the black and blue
the scars that never heal
betrayals I've been through
and a heart still bleeding
no matter what I do

maybe someday I'll give in... if I learn
but how to begin when the pages won't turn
hey say there's healing in the fires that burn
but all I do is yearn in solitude
you can dress me up, I still feel nude

maybe someday I'll explain
the passion behind my pain
the tears behind my eyes
if you show me more than lies
maybe someday I'll return
to the fires that beg to burn
from the forest to the heart is is the same
even when passion is the fires name
a fire begs to burn, no one's to blame

maybe someday I'll explain... if I must
but who will earn that sort of trust
used to be it was get there or bust
well I busted

then I came here
sometime last year
or the year before
afraid to ask for more
than casual affection
ethereal embrace
numbed from feeling fear
you can't see my face
pain and broken dreams
nothing can replace

they say what goes round comes round
no good deed goes unreturned
the more you give the more you get
well I try not to forget
and I try not to regret
and I try to believe this page will turn
but this is what I've learned
a fire begs to burn

so I sit here smiling at the world
wondering
when is my turn


maybe someday I'll explain... if I must









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