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Big dreams, big energy, swirling inside of me.
Big dreams, big energy, swirling inside of me.
I’ve noticed flowers always bloom in decay.
So is this what it’s like, having a reason to go outside?
I will pry and I will claw just to be heard.
Let me tell you a tale about a kid who’s fucked up just like me.
I love you but it’s killing me.
You’re trying to tell me what to think, but you’re making me sick.
It can’t compete with bloodlines.
Trapped in by standards set by someone else.