I don't know how to leave open space
for another to get through
In this dark, I feel you standing here
with me and I want to let you in
I do, but I imagine you
Feel trapped, forced to make a move;
if I don't give in now
I will just continue to lose;
Give me fresh air, room to grow;
I am too much to remain contained,
hidden from your view
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