They told us that we could be anything
So we became an empty shell of aspirations
And shards of broken dreams
Sharp enough to cut through the daydream
The fantasy that everything happens for a reason
And nothing is hiding under your bed at night
And you are invincible
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
They told us that we could be anything
So we became an empty shell of aspirations
And shards of broken dreams
Sharp enough to cut through the daydream
The fantasy that everything happens for a reason
And nothing is hiding under your bed at night
And you are invincible
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