Once upon a time, when we were not so old,
I told you what I thought I should,
about how much I wanted you, without
a thought of who might get hurt.
I told you what I thought I should
when you asked. Did you even have
a thought of who might get hurt
by what we were about to let happen?
When you asked, did you even have
a clue how much we would be defined
by what we were about to let happen?
Grasping so little what it really meant,
No clue how much we would be defined,
about how much I wanted you, without
grasping so little what it really meant.
once upon a time, when we were not so old.
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