somewhere, sometime
still chasing what doesn’t feel real
something’s in me nobody can heal
trying to hold what isn’t mine
i’ll grow up somewhere, sometime
getting sick of messing around
maybe one day it’ll be found
they say it makes you lose your mind
i’ll meet love somewhere, sometime
i’m coming down, i’m losing steam
breathing in can be so mean
nothing to hear but my very own cry
i’ll break up somewhere, sometime
hate doing anything that i’ve been told
these blue days are getting old
shot down for a petty crime
i’ll bite the dust somewhere, sometime
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