I am the salt water on your cheek when you're alone
thinkin' about how strong you used to be for everyone.
I am the torn dollar in your pocket on the floor
wonderin' how you always seemed to work it out before.
I am the mirror looking back into your soul.
You already know my name.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
I am the salt water on your cheek when you're alone
thinkin' about how strong you used to be for everyone.
I am the torn dollar in your pocket on the floor
wonderin' how you always seemed to work it out before.
I am the mirror looking back into your soul.
You already know my name.
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