Today everything I see, just makes me think, of how good you are, and how cruel I am, I don’t like being vague, I’m just scared of what I think, any time I try to pour, I stop myself before the door, and I just can’t justify, taking apart of your life, even if it could be nice, I try, I try / when all’s said and done the quiet holds my head up high and I think even when I try that it will never
( Glower )
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