I wish I could tell you
that it goes away
but it actually gonna get
bigger and bigger
Bigger than my unbruised ego
and you'll gonna start feeling
smaller and smaller
Smaller as a piece of junk
feeling nonsense
breaking heartbeats
and smiles
Smiles, a defense
used to disguise
covering faces
hiding these cries
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
I wish I could tell you
that it goes away
but it actually gonna get
bigger and bigger
Bigger than my unbruised ego
and you'll gonna start feeling
smaller and smaller
Smaller as a piece of junk
feeling nonsense
breaking heartbeats
and smiles
Smiles, a defense
used to disguise
covering faces
hiding these cries
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