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welcome back. i need to write. it's too much. it's killing me and everyone will tear me and take their piece the one they need to stay sane, the piece of me they need to feel loved. who's giving. who's handing it out.
emotions are artificial and lyrics now are a dime a dozen. i can something pretty for you if it'll make you feel better. i'll put a little bit of love in it. i'm overflowing. but at the same time. i'm running out.
who's giving. who's handing it out.
i miss loving, and being loved in return.
emotions are artificial and lyrics now are a dime a dozen. i can something pretty for you if it'll make you feel better. i'll put a little bit of love in it. i'm overflowing. but at the same time. i'm running out.
who's giving. who's handing it out.
i miss loving, and being loved in return.