We did this already; we had this time to be apart.
We started separate, though still together; we had a separate start.
Who draws these lines and makes us move? What is this force?
What makes you go and holds me here? It's you, of course.
But am I selfish for wanting you,
Or has your selfishness become my due?
It's your right to be this way; but what about my rights?
Has everything I've ever done led to these lonely nights?
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