AcceptingComfort
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Even when I’m good
You know the bad in me
The troubles inside
That I can’t see
You take care
You hold on
Search for me everywhere
When I’m afraid to move on
before anyone else notices
or
what's causing It can stop
You Know
you want to be alone
because it's That Time
Again.
your head is sculpted
from titanium,
There are some secrets you have that unfold inside of you,
They cover all the cracks you shield inside from sight and light
And then there are secrets that are corrosive in their very nature
