One day you will wake up and see me on the corner of the street.
It will have been years since you saw a face like mine, a faceless smile.
I will have returned, for one day I'll wake up and know what I missed out on, I'll know what I missed out on. I will stand my ground, if it rains or snows and face the storm inside of me.
I wont move, I wont run away like I did all those years ago.
I will have come back, and this time around I will stay.
You may not see a perfect smile, or big bubbly eyes, but I will know that you will see that I feel for you inside, and I will have undone the running and have come back for you.
I hope you won't say it's too late, because I will not move.
You will wake up everyday and see me on the corner of the street.
This time, I'm not moving.
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