May I interrupt for just one moment,
To ask where the time has gone?
Because while we've been healing,
Separate from the places we've been,
The days have rolled into months,
And the racing of my heart is telling me,
We're nearly out of time.
May I just say,
That I've tried as hard as I know how,
To remove the past from my present,
But the two seem one, against my will.
So don't call me indifferent,
And don't call me complacent,
Because if you do, then you don't know me at all.
May I say that I'm afraid?
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