We rise to the morning sun in hopes to be better
Won't take long for our past to haunt our first step into a backpeddle
Falling is inevitable
We get up and down the world keeps turning round and round
Our eyes just peaked before we drown.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
We rise to the morning sun in hopes to be better
Won't take long for our past to haunt our first step into a backpeddle
Falling is inevitable
We get up and down the world keeps turning round and round
Our eyes just peaked before we drown.
We see our blessing when their already gone.
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