I'm fearful when I play our song alone
I'm careless when wear our rebel clothes
I'm ready when we sing this on the low
They'll try to make you give in, but
The demons don't control us
I'm lonely when we forget about our revel
I'm zealous when we go marching in our yellow
I'm steady when covered by my fellow rebels
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
I'm fearful when I play our song alone
I'm careless when wear our rebel clothes
I'm ready when we sing this on the low
They'll try to make you give in, but
The demons don't control us
I'm lonely when we forget about our revel
I'm zealous when we go marching in our yellow
I'm steady when covered by my fellow rebels
It's a lot more encouraging to me when people are real about their problems. I hate what we're going through, but it's nice to find people like me, and it proves that we're not alone. The demons in our head try to convince us that we are alone, and that it's not worth the fight, but when we stand together, when we tell each other our problems, when seek each other's help, we can make it out of this.
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