every day I swim through, they're still a daze to me, but my limbs move. it doesn't mean that I'm not trying, 'cause I swear I'm trying, I'm trying. I hope my body, that it believes me. that it can tell I'm being sincere for once.
is it okay that I'm never okay? is it dishonest to leave that out?
I'm seeing through your reservations, tripping over everything. so next time I lose my glasses, just leave me searching. 'cause I can't tell where the sky ends with the eyes I was born with.
I can't tell where the sky ends with the eyes I was born with.
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