Текст песни




I'm talking to myself
Nothings making sense
I'm crying out for help
But nobody cares
Will I ever find my place
I am afraid by the time that I do
It'll already be too late
And I live too much in my head
Maybe I'm better off dead
I cherish every moment we had



Авторы: Keano Smith



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