No Tears Left To Cry-Golden Shovel
I look to the right
And I see that right now
That I´m
In the same room that my cousins are in
I start to think that this is a
Very impossible thing to be in the same state
I start to think this is one of
My false thoughts of mind
And it makes me feel that I
Have an unsatisfied want
That I have to get on to
If I want to be
Living in many moments like the one I´m in
In a moment I like
Rather than the ones I don´t love at all
It reminds me that I´m in the
Right moment in time
And normally, I ain't
These people seem like all Ï´ve got
But life tells me, no!
Only causing me tears
But I have strength left
So I have to
Even though it makes me cry
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