All the same places
All the same faces
Going through the motions
Of everyday life
Stoich and numb
Thoughts a distraction
I'm a person of action
Taking all the ropes
By my very hands
Walking the fine lines
Walking the tight ropes
No net underneath
To walk with me
Is walking alone
If you make it through
Then you've made it on your own
And then I can handle
Letting you in
My only requirement
Is that you be open
And free
Be yourself
Don't worry
About what I think
I'll like you for who you are
If you're being true
Just don't play games
Don't try to romance me
Be real and be frank
Romance to me
Is not being fake
The roses, they wither
They dry and they fade
But based on a friendship
We can make it all the way
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