We were close
There was love
I thought your world was beautiful
But I was the troublesome teen
& it fell apart around then
Why would she have to tell her
Warmth leaves like light
and she doesn't look me in the eyes
when she says she's afraid of me
And then I left for school
then for even further away
And when I came back she had forgotten
But still I wondered
if she remembered
That she was afraid
That I'd disgraced her
And let it build from there
It felt this way
And I let it build from there
The day she goes comes
I'm flying home
Get there, see her eyes
For the first time
Eyes like mine
She jolts and we lock
Remembering
Forgiven forgive
So there she says
If you can't be good, be careful. Nana
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