Giving Up

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With your "I just want to help" attitude

You told me that my standards were ever so high

And I should just give someone a chance.

More than once I've been told that

I'm in love with the idea of being in love

And I can't deny it because I desire it

With every aching pulse of my idle heart.

And is it wrong if I don't settle for a make-do romance? –

I want the one.

I want my fairy tale –

Or is that too much to ask?

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Maybe, I'm just afraid...

And can you blame me?

I want something pure and perfect –

Not the lonely and loveless tragedy of my parents.

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Whenever someone tugs on my heartstrings

My fight or flight instinct kicks in and

Unfortunately

Flight takes the lead...

But you told me to give someone a chance

And I did...

I found my spark of hope in you.

A roll-with-the-punches, "ladies first" kind of guy,

You're one of my best friends –

It would have made too good of a story anyway

(Or perhaps just too good for me).

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So why shouldn't I be afraid?

If whenever I pull back my defenses

I get shot down,

What incentive do I have to ever open up?

Why shouldn't I just keep waiting

For my Prince Charming?

Hiding has its disadvantages but at least

My naïve dreams don't hurt me.

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So here I am,

Once again sitting broken-hearted

In front of this mercifully neutral computer screen,

Talking to you about her and

You have no idea that I'm just giving up.

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