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It’s so easy to get lost To get comfortable in the act In the game of pretend Of being something you’re not Perhaps because it’s safer Or because you are afraid of the monster behind the mask
Someday somebody’s gonna treat you right They’ll take your hand and hold it tight They’ll keep you safe all through the night And remind you how you loved to write I am waiting waiting for the day to come
Being lost is something I am pretty good at. I am always lost in my mind, in worlds I am imagining. Worlds where I am loved, in a perfect family, and where I get the boy. The right boy.
Last time around it was 25 to life this time around it's A New Life a new beginning Come on with me they gave me attempted murder aggravated assault with a deadly weapon