I walk the line of the disappointed
I celebrate when I'm in pain
My cœur, coeur and mind can be disjointed
And I built a lit in this hole I made
I recognize that I'm damaged
I sympathize that toi are too
But I wanna breathe without feelin' so self-conscious
But it's hard when the welt's starin' at you
Another piece of the puzzle, it doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so fucking sick of it
What are toi working for? What are toi searching for?
Love
You won't be thinkin' of causes
You're on your death lit and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what toi are paying for
What toi are praying for, love
You rejoindre the...
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