I can't stop
I'm sabotaging myself!
And the worst part?
It's not even fantasy.
Every time is as real as the first. It takes weeks to recover, and the heartache is numbing... but I can't stop it, can't help it.
Perhaps I will eventually be able to resist this - to protect my heart. But that is the least of what I desire. I would rather feel this dull of longing than feel nothing at all.
As long as there is the slightest hope, I will be there, hoping, waiting, aching.
'Cause this is the hardest thing I've ever done before
I said this is the hardest thing I've ever done before
And I don't want to be lonely
But I won't be lonely tonight
Because my maker's holding me
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