Us
Running with no soles in your shoes to a place with no destination,
Robbed of a broken heart trying to put the pieces back in its places with no glue.
Trying to escape the cage without the concept of a key,
Because when I wanted you, there was no thought of wanting me
But now the tables have turned and the chairs have new legs.
The original popped off as I screwed on a new head.
But at the end of the day there’s still no us without you.
One in a million, which is still very few,
How can we separate, were conjoined at the heart,
How can I win if I haven’t crossed start?
In the beginning, there was a you and a me,
But as time went on that created a we.
Love is us and I mean us as in we.
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