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Take something, talk to someone, or your cries for help mean nothing.We write it on our wrists, mark our skin, the things we don't wanna forget. |
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And you were wrong when you said it was all just broken hearts.And you were wrong when you said it would never catch up.And you said no matter where I go from here, no matter whose arms I am sleeping in, I'll never be okay |
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Don't you think I'd change if I could? Every day is a new sinking feeling.I want to be able to say it simply just hurts and the walls close in and I can't feel a thing. |
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and we build walls to feel less alone. |
