The further away I stay
the less you can say
the harder it is for you to do
the less you say
the less confused I am
Push away, grow for me
Stay close and the fire burns
To be me and hear you
is like apples growing on an orange tree
When i hear you, I can't be me
*This was written at a choir concert at WIU - prolly 2004 or 2005 *
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