these hardwood floors,
lying cold beneath bare feet,
provide comfort while we walk,
past open doors,
back in rooms we used to speak,
about times we've had before,
that was then, this is now,
I don't need you to show me,
how to lead a life with insecurity,
live, love, and move on...
dont walk away from, all that you've ever loved...
everything's changing, talking about you,
that was then, and this is now,
I don't need you to show me...
you've got to learn to embrace,
tiny milestones, and streets to pave,
these hard times, our hard times,
they've got you buckling down to your knees...
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