To turn around,is to feel alive
to wait is to be pulled apart
believing alone is swallowing a knife
you've been here havn't you
I won't look away
Where is this place I choose to live?
does your crown even belong here among the thieves
who takes this love you freely give
you've walked here before
please look this way
Who sees this self she can't outgrow
Who cries this deep for her,who sees that far
If I feel can't change how will i know
when to look at you
should I look now?
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