24 hours to Sunday. Mind lingering gracefully with adrenalin, dancing in a careful ballad with thoughts of tomorrow. 24 hours to Sunday. I hear her voice calling out to me- "Don't be scared. Stand out on-" "Don't be scared. I'll catch you as-" "Don't be scared." Don't be scared. Don't be scared. 24 hours to Sunday. Misery trying my mind. Ecstasy jumping through my veins. I hear her voice-
24 hours to Sunday. I hear her voice calling out to me- "Be afraid." "Don't be scared." "I'll catch you." How can you catch me if I've already fallen. How can you tell me not to be scared. How can you tell me that I have to be scared. 24 hours to Sunday. I hear her, I hear her. But what I want to hear is you.
24 hours to Sunday. Darkness raging against the dawn. Will it ever come? "Never doubt the inevitable." 24 hours to Sunday. How can you tell me to never doubt when you've given me all reason to doubt. 24 hours. And the clock never turns. Leaving me to dwell in these thoughts. I hear her. I hear her. But what I want to hear is you.
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