We used to talk for hours
I used to know the sound of your voice
You used to be the one that I’d run to
I Know that I’m the runaway
I don’t know where else to go
I don’t know who else to call
I need truth
I need hope
And I need you to call my own
I thought that I was strong enough
To touch the flame and not be burned
I tried to find my remedy
But I’m so tired of wondering
I don’t know where else to go
I Don’t know who else to call
I need truth
I need hope
And I need you to call my own
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