He's blinding almost,

he's screaming out,

"Let me go!"

"Take me back!"

"Let me go!"

and..."Take me back." again

Blue is where she found misfortune.

She's tempted,

tempted to fluctuate between, "Am I good enough?"

"I am good enough."

"I'm better than where I am, but why they don't love me?"

"Why doesn't he love me?"

She stands up for the young crowd.

Keep quiet for those who know you.

Oh so long you poor soul...
Where were you at?

Who did you let consume you?



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