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Second Chance
- Baby, can we talk for a minute? I’m twisted within it,
- the timing is critical, but I can’t keep it hidden, I admit it,
- this feelin’ been sittin’ in silence, divided and livin’
- between what we had and the damage that’s silently given.
- I ain’t pretendin’ I’m fine when the mind’s in collision,
- ‘cause lately it’s feelin’ like both of us fightin’ forgiveness,
- like distance is scripted to break every bond that we’ve written,
- and love’s in the prison of pride with no chance of remission.
- I’m hopin’ you don’t hate me for speakin’ it straight from the chest,
- but silence been louder than words that we never expressed,
- remember the moments when life felt like heaven at best?
- Now it’s stress on the breath, every text feels depressed.
- I want it restored —not a gimmick, not fake or pretend it,
- just two broken pieces alignin’ and tryin’ to mend it,
- start from the ashes, no mask, no defensive resentence,
- just truth in the message we send when we finally send it.
- Let’s give it another chance —I miss how we vibed in the light,
- how even the silence between us was feelin’ just right,
- now I’m lost in the night, tryna write what I might
- say to bring back the fire we buried in fight after fight.
- And I apologize for the distance, the friction, the shift,
- all the little decisions that drifted and fractured the gift,
- we let it all pile in the quiet ‘til it started to slip,
- now we both standin’ in ruins of what used to uplift.
- We gotta talk through the damage, no vanishin’, no walkin’ away,
- ‘cause every step further apart is a cost we both pay,
- communication’s the key, but it rusted with pain,
- and I don’t wanna lose what we built in its innocent state.
- Otherwise what are we doin’, just stallin’ in time?
- Watchin’ love turn to memory stuck outta rhyme,
- hands tied in emotion, both losin’ the climb
- to the version of us that once felt so divine.
- I know we ain’t flawless, but flaw was the start of it all,
- we were learnin’ each other before we started to fall,
- and at one point we were gravity —breakin’ every wall,
- now we barely recognize what we once used to call.
- So hear me in pieces, I’m reachin’ through fractured expression,
- tryin’ to fix what was broken by pride and regression,
- we don’t gotta rush to the end of the lesson,
- just don’t let this be our forever confession.
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