every day I swim through, they're still a daze to me, but my limbs move. it doesn't mean that I'm not trying, 'cause I swear I'm trying, I'm trying. I hope my body, that it believes me. that it can tell I'm being sincere for once.
I'm seeing through your reservations, tripping over everything. so next time I lose my glasses, just leave me searching. 'cause I can't tell where the sky ends with the eyes I was born with.
I can't tell where the sky ends with the eyes I was born with.
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