I don’t have a clue
And it turns my blood blue
All I know is I want you
But you don’t want me
And now I clearly see
That all I need is to be free
From the wicked spell you cast
On my dark and spoiled past
Oh how I am free at last
Now I’ll brew up my own potion
That makes love move in slow motion
And washes away the scum left in the ocean
The ocean of tears
From all the compounding years
Of unsettling fears
Fears of the unknown
Of all the opportunities that have been shown
Each one I have blown
I could’ve very well had you
Instead I just withdrew
And I still don’t have a clue.
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