The pile of chances we both wish we took

Are coming to bite us from behind

The risks we should take, by hook or by crook

To get the happiness we long to find

But it feels like I’m finally getting it now

That you cannot do for me what I can for you

When it should never start with a matter of ‘how?’

It begins with the question ‘will you?’

And I think I am certain that I do,

But that fact that you even asked

Makes me think you wouldn’t too

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