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Images dancing in your head, you ask them to put you to bed
But nothing ever comes easy, and the hope of salvation leaves you queasy.
You long for the day where you can openly say, "I love you,"
But society either laughs, or scoffs, or begins to plot as you do.

We're always looking for reasons to hurt,
Instead of reasons to feel free.
Freedom, what a trivial thing, as is time, or the simplicity of being a flirt.
How can I save you if I can't even save me?

I had high hopes, I got carried away
In a matter of days, I drifted to a whole new world,
But i realize things are the way they are, and I can't fix them.

So put away the hammers and nails, wrenches, bolts, and screws
The only one who's been screwed is you and the crew
So send em home with as much pay as you can afford,
Hope that they aren't angry, the world doesn't erupt in discord.

But, "I love you," when did it become so hard to say?
And what makes you feel this way?
What makes two people run so far away, when all I wanted was for you to stay?