HoldOn
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There are only
two types of fear
When the outcome is beneficial
and when the outcome is detrimental.
can't hear my own thoughts
can't feel my own hands
How come it's when we have control
When I finally find something I like
When I finally find something I can do
It is pulled away from me
And I fall
People say I don't try enough
But what I find is that it finds me
And off I fly into the perils of the night,
The biting cold wind freezing my face,
And causing tears to streak from my eyes
Need you never know
What happens when you tell me goodbye
Sometimes I just wish upon a star, that one day all my wrongs will be rights, all my flaws will be beauty, and all my frowns would be smiles.
Across every sea, someone is finding that one that's meant to be.
Across the night's dark skies, some little girl is wiping her eyes.
Because she's a victim of a broken promise.
