You, You, and Me
You, I can’t hurt you
But somehow you label me as a threat
Or maybe you’re just too stubborn or full of pride
All I know, there’s nothing to prove
But there sure is plenty to lose
Oh, and you, there’s plenty I could do to hurt you
But you should know me better than that
You should know by now I’m not that kind
All I want is for you to open up your eyes
You’re letting life and love pass you by
And me, I’m holding on to just a tiny sliver of hope
But who knows how much longer it will hold
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