You will never see what it’s like everyday. When all your thoughts do is run and play. They control every inch of you straight to the bone. Leave you feeling hopeless and more alone.
Now you’re wondering if you’re okay, if you’re the same, but trust me I know what it’s like to see from the outside looking in.
You cant give up when it gets tough, when your alone. i know that you’ll make it out, wont be a face in the crowd anymore
Now you’re wondering if you’re okay, if you’re the same, but trust me I know what it’s like to see from the outside looking in.
Who will save you is the only question running through your head.
You cant give up, when it gets tough, when you’re alone. I know that you’ll make it out wont be a face in the crowd anymore.
You can get out.
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