So how can we find ourselves
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.
when I wake up in the morning,
is it gunna be another ugly day
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.
when I wake up in the morning,
is it gunna be another ugly day
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contemplated existance at 9:03 PM
