There are these people that use you fortheir own need
Our insecurities, they bend us down on broken kneesOur insecurities,
Once, once is really something twiceit's just a tease for
Just as you're waiting, you sit up in your evil
All these things I want
the most. But they're
usually one
I've thought about it a million timesIt takes all my
I tear myself apart and I throw it on the
When I'm going into the bar,I'm there trying to ignorethis
I was born by the river
In a little old tent
And
Awaken in a state it's not my own
The only
There's a motion in daily silence
That's the yeses swimming round
Down alone you find yourself
Another road with no way out
Laying
There is a silence that paces us all
It's sensitive
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