Used to be a mess, be so stressed. How could I've allowed myself to go there? Spread my love and spread my will til' there wasn't enough left for myself. Then I realised that no one alive would care for me the way I would do. Just a matter of time, you find yourself searching back something inside. I know there will be days where things will not go my way. And I know, that giving up ain't in my taste. Can you believe my heart is healed after all it's taken? Can you believe my heart is healed after so much breaking?
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