But Mine
I’ll take the arrows from my back and shoot them at the stars
I need more time to focus on my heart
I have to focus on me and not where they are
I need to follow myself home
Wherever that may be
I need my rest and I need my sleep
The snow will lay on me
Please don’t move too much
I’ll pretend to not care and such
I’ll never be good enough
The world is too tough
I’m tired and my hands are rough
It’s winter and I’ve fallen back again
But I never got up to begin with
I’ll always be fine
I’m living everyone’s life but mine
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