I put my ass on the wall to get attention.
I need faster connections. The past is regret. I can't stand rejection, I can't stand my reflection.
Damn, no one understands it. Should I be nice or remind him that I'm weak? Cry from my eyes to my feet, fucking trap.
I wonder when he cries, I wonder where he is. I swear on my life, I always try, but in my eyes I can fly
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