Hold my hand and promise that you’ll never ever let go

I’m scared, but this might be something sacred

I want someone to love me, I’m tired of the hatred

My mind is a little complicated, but it has slowly become awakened

I’ve waited…I’ve waited for this kind of love

Don’t say words you can’t keep, I’m tired of my time being wasted

I want something to finally turn out magical

Most of my experiences have been quiet tragical

Our vibe seems to be compatible 

Hold my hand and promise that you’ll never ever let go

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