You're all in my head
Got me, stuck in my bed
It's late at night
But the, moon is too bright
And You think you want me
But I'm the—
Black sheep of my family
Your eyes they haunt me
Got me, feeling too many things
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A/N
So I wrote these lyrics, and I just don't know where to take this song.
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