Runnin’ around like a crazy fool,
Fallin’ down on the slippery roads,
Down in the valley of the old memories
Where the briars and brambles reach out
To snag and hold and keep you from movin’ on…

Gotta tear away from them,
Lots of little cuts and tracks of the thorns
Leaving their trails on my arms and legs,
Telling me that while I might escape now,
They’ll get me later, ‘cause I gotta come back.

And I will.

‘Cause there’s just somethin’ about it all,
Somethin’ about you,
Somethin’ about the attraction
Somethin’ about the danger there,
And I’m a fool to tempt it, I know…

And I will.

There is no escape, no surrender,
No plan, no hope, no sense to it.
No rhythm, no beat, no harmony,
Nothin’ there – just nothin’ at all,
I’ll go in and I will likely drown myself…

And I will. Willingly.

I would do that for you.
I would do that with you.
I would do that for the chance
To gaze into your eyes
As I am sucked down into oblivion.

And I will.

I can imagine no better way,
No more wonderful way
To end everything
Than to do it this way.
If I have to leave you.

And I will.

I don’t want to,
But I will.

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