We aren't as we were before.
We can't hold a proper conversation anymore.

Because I can't look you dead straight in the eye and continue fabricating my web of lies.

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When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher

I miss London.
Am crossing my fingers that Daddy will send me overseas
after this year's end.
Every minute I'm stuck here is a dying minute.