written on the water
music fills my lungs smoke in my brain wilting apart vibrations from the waves i'm overwhelmed i should be used to this hell i guess i'm okay it's not something you can see i want so badly for you to hold me but i've lost
music fills my lungs smoke in my brain wilting apart vibrations from the waves i'm overwhelmed i should be used to this hell i guess i'm okay it's not something you can see i want so badly for you to hold me but i've lost
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