Dancing on my own -Loona

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Excuses, excuses...

Nothing could ever excuse the permanent scars on my heart.

Let me hear the sweet, sweet melody of freedom-

Out of my life for good, I broke the chain that tethered me to you.

Threw me to the floor and blamed it on the society you were raised in.


A soft lullaby to ease the wounds.

From dissonant screams to gentle violins. 

It's just me, myself, and I love it. 

You can watch as I am dancing on my own.


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