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Staying in Love

Falling in love is easy
Because falling is simply a mistake
Caused by a crack in the sidewalk
Or a crack in your heart
You must always get up after you fall
Hence, falling is a transitory state
Between a mistake and your fate
Yes, falling in love is easy
Whereas staying in love is hard
Standing still in a world where lovely faces pass you by
You're in a stasis cause you've found the apple of your eye
When you see him you feel warm as apple pie
Stay in love. You can do it if you try.
Staying in love makes us human
Staying in love makes us age like fine wine
Running, tripping, and falling in love...
Makes us run too fast towards the finish line
So ask yourself: do you want to be an animal?
Or do you want to be free?
Are you attracted to the peacock with the finest feathers?
Or to the raven with the warmest heart?
Do you believe in a forever?
Or do you think that everything will fall apart?
You can get up from falling, yes, there are left only a few bruises
But collect enough wounds and everyone loses
'Cause we'll all have to listen to those same old excuses:
"I'm afraid to be in love. Being is too much of a commitment.
I can only fall and break a few bones
Then I can get back up and heal on my own
But no way in hell will I mend the crack in my heart
And just be. So I can't be with you."
How treacherous is the world that I've been born into!
Stay in love. Respect the soul that has been handed to you
It is your only one
Honour the body that God gave you
Then maybe one day when you stop running
Like an animal, never content
Someone will help you heal the crack in your heart
Someone will make you cherish the present
There will be no more fear of running out of time
Because time will freeze
And you will spend eternity staying in love


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