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by LKA Jul 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Could you maybe try, For a second to understand, Why i pull away, When you reach for my hand. Its not that i dont want you, On my wrist theres a secret i keep, I dont want you to have to worry, My pain i keep discreet. You know i love you very much, And i never want to cause you pain, But theres something you can never know, Or you'd never talk to me again. I dont blame you, For wanting to know, But all i have to say, Is that i never want you to go.