Look at me, who am I supposed to be
and what do I believe? Can you tell me
since you've made up your mind
who knows what you believe, and I just don't know
who I'm supposed to be..
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
We always knew that it'd come to this.
It's times like these I forget what I miss.
Matters of heart are hard to address.
Especially when yours is full of emptiness.
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