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Sometimes the weight of the world is just a little to heavy even for me, mr. "it's okay, I got it."
and the wind is crashing me into the wall, i can't breathe, can't see, why can't I handle it.
It's hard, having to hold their hand when I don't even feel my own.
Tragedy is always close behind.
So ready to see sun around the corner, but it's just me, my reflection doubting me.
I'm sorry I can't help you the way you want.
and the wind is crashing me into the wall, i can't breathe, can't see, why can't I handle it.
It's hard, having to hold their hand when I don't even feel my own.
Tragedy is always close behind.
So ready to see sun around the corner, but it's just me, my reflection doubting me.
I'm sorry I can't help you the way you want.