of confidence
Oh God, my mind is such a mess,
but there's these things I got to do.
but there's these things I got to do.
I'm oh so sick of everything you wrote.
I'll hold you true to every breath that we spoke of in this room.
So where's your pride, and all of your friends?
I hear you making this a story that we hope will never end.
Are these just the nights that we stayed for?
Are these all the lines that could keep us here?
I'll hold you true to every breath that we spoke of in this room.
So where's your pride, and all of your friends?
I hear you making this a story that we hope will never end.
Are these just the nights that we stayed for?
Are these all the lines that could keep us here?
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