Friday, June 5

I make the most of all the stress i try to live without regret
but I´m about to break a sweat im freaking out its like a poison
in my brain its like a fog that blurs the scene its like a vine
you cant untame oh im freaking out everytime i turn around
something dont feel right i might be paranoid im boarding the
lines cause they just might split can someone stop the noise?

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