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What you don't seem to understand Is all I spend my days dreaming about And I won't find a place to land Until I stop finding ways of letting you clean me out So many promises ago, so many things I couldn't know So many ways I've been let down, ways I'm running out Of what I have come here for, of what opens up my door Of what scrapes me off the floor and sets my feet dancing Here at the crossroads filled with fear I can't let go All I hear are the voices saying this can't be, this can't be But I will make it so I'm finding out that what my heart had said Was wise beyond my years When I began to doubt that the art inside my head Was bigger than my fears I forced myself inside a box and not seeing all the locks I just tossed away the keys, lost site of all the dreams Of what I have... You opened a doorway into my favorite spot I asked you to stay but you said you Had to go I didn't know you What I have come here for...