I cry
I cry and cry and try and try, but life is just too blank
I wish I was surrounded by pure hearts to guide me to the light
The light you'd think would being easy to find living in a land of darkness
But there are so many impostures with well disguises that cover my eyes with blindness
I wish I was surrounded by pure hearts to guide me to the light
The light you'd think would being easy to find living in a land of darkness
But there are so many impostures with well disguises that cover my eyes with blindness
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