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albüm: Letter to Myself


All laid out in front of me, a clutter left unturned
As I start to write the reasons which are none of your concern
Conjure up the confidence to admit the truth
This burden hanging over me in my disparate youth
Yet I'm still a tragic so I'm told
Settled on the font but it seems too bold
That's why I'm still writing
These letters to myself
All of these questions never help
Why's it always morning when I start to fall asleep?
As I watch the morning light crawl in and nestle at my feet
Would you mind the mess I've made in my head?
Cause when I turn it up, it doesn't seem like anybody cares
Yet I'm still a tragic so I'm told
Settled on the font but it seems too bold
That's why I'm still writing
These letters to myself
All of these questions never help
First, I start to second guess
The third and fourth were re-addressed in these
In these letters to myself
All of these questions never help
First, I start to second guess
The third and fourth were re-addressed in these letters
First, I start to second guess
The third and fourth were re-addressed in these letters to myself

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