you made the mirror home to brand new demons
and now i know that you don't really care
your problems dance outside the line of my control
je ne gagnerai jamais cette guerre
i hope you know i don't sleep at night
and i find myself losing my breath
we took a wrong turn at the lights
and now i'm picking up what's...left.
i'm writing my prose and cons.
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