when your mind is a mess, so is mine; I cant sleep cause it hurts when I think
my thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we make
chances we take, they're not yours and not mine
all the words that we say and the words that we mean
words can fall short
my thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we make
chances we take, they're not yours and not mine
all the words that we say and the words that we mean
words can fall short
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