English can't define these feelings
I keep waiting
There's a strange time called trying that's vague like us
I can always try harder which means I never try enough
My mind is always crying
Concentration, saturation
An aquaintance is so naive
Or just a blind soul
Fifty and a month
Is so long for some
Understanding becomes my snair
The harder I struggle, the more confined I become
Does quanity stop at empty
Does quanity stop with you
Fifty and a month
Is just a blink for me
Fifty and a month
In my time of dying all I've grown to be English can't define these feelings I keep waiting There's a strange time called trying that's vague like us I can always try harder which means I never try enough My mind is always crying Concentration, saturation An aquaintance is so naive Or just a blind soul Fifty and a month Is so long for some Understanding becomes my snair The harder I struggle, the more confined I become Does quanity stop at empty Does quanity stop with you Fifty and a month Is just a blink for me Fifty and a month Explain Request ×
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