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The runner
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Your hands coress my body,
as If I was your bear.
I love your warmth but I warn you,
Love me if you dare.
I'm still young. Not too carefree.
Pain still adds from the day you stopped loving me.
Her body is numb while mine is just cold.
The 'I love you's were the sickest lies you told.
Sex or love?
We'll never know.
I never gave it up. No lust for show.
You disappeared. I wouldn't blame you.
The runner is what they named you.
I miss you for you make me sick,
I love you for this broken heart can't be fixed.
I've never been in love
but with you I felt something.
They call him the runner,
And me they call nothing.
as If I was your bear.
I love your warmth but I warn you,
Love me if you dare.
I'm still young. Not too carefree.
Pain still adds from the day you stopped loving me.
Her body is numb while mine is just cold.
The 'I love you's were the sickest lies you told.
Sex or love?
We'll never know.
I never gave it up. No lust for show.
You disappeared. I wouldn't blame you.
The runner is what they named you.
I miss you for you make me sick,
I love you for this broken heart can't be fixed.
I've never been in love
but with you I felt something.
They call him the runner,
And me they call nothing.
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