We are the fallen the dropped and crawlin. We are, we are- the youth of the na-a-tion. We dream in rhymes and speak in colors. Baby close your eyes, you might just see me. Just maybe. If you really try
It's 3 am again. How do you give your heart away when you know it's only going to get trampled on? This is what I should have asked.
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