Four Lines And
We are all little broken pieces
Trying to find the glue that give us form
Walking becomes harder, and swimming is such a chore
The weight in our hearts grows daily
Sometimes all we want to do is put up a stop sign
Nothing matters anymore
Everything screams 'am stuck'
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