du
if i can’t learn to make myself feel better,
how can i expect anyone else to give a shit?
and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere,
just get me past this dead and eternal snow,
cause i swear that i'm dying, slowly but its happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere,
just take me there,
and lie to me and say,
you worry too much kid,
it's gonna be alright.
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Postat av: evhiki
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