It seems things are indictive to, a distinct desire to
Observe such, heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me
I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal ’til I let it go
I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
It seems things are indicative to, a distinct desire to
Observe such, heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me
I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal ’til I let it go
(x2)
Cry, cry, cry ’til you know why, I lost myself, identify
(x2)
I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal ’til I let it go
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