I see now, what I've done
And there's not a word I could say to use as excuse
I see why they've done me so bad
And I see why it never really mattered that much
All the events, and all the meetings
The feelings and the screamings,
They're all around one single reason,
I'm still here.
You'll see me as a violent drum,
Or a tempestuous sea,
Maybe a bitter licorice,
Or just a stone in your shoes,
But none of the ways you see me,
Will change_
How I'll still be here.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
I see now, what I've done
And there's not a word I could say to use as excuse
I see why they've done me so bad
And I see why it never really mattered that much
All the events, and all the meetings
The feelings and the screamings,
They're all around one single reason,
I'm still here.
You'll see me as a violent drum,
Or a tempestuous sea,
Maybe a bitter licorice,
Or just a stone in your shoes,
But none of the ways you see me,
Will change_
How I'll still be here.
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