Falling
When starting out
We are like a cocoon
All wraped up in love
Blind to our surroundings
As time goes on we start to break free
We find out that our cocoon of love
Was never what it seemd
We start to see the new changes
Our new war paint boldly shown
Who knew being blinded
Could make such a differnece
As long as you find your way through the blindness
Then fgure out your true self
Then it makes it worth being stuck in that cocoon
For way to long
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