I collapse.
This life looks like a sentence,
Though a constant game of falling short.
If you know, you know.
If you know, you know.
When I feel like this,
When I'm just so sick of feeling less than perfect.
Isn't right for me.
I never fight to see,
If coming clean would get to me.
I feel myself holding back,
I feel the pressure,
It's finally back,
I'm taken.
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