Too many voices, it won't take long
Which one's right and
Forget about the fight to wear the crown of scars
Cause
He sighs and looks in the mirror
He can't tell
Seems my own arrogance
Has knocked me off my feet again
When
nothing but a mudpie wrapped up inside with a pretty
When passion takes on a purpose
And searching ones embrace the
How long have I been in this storm?
So overwhelmed by
Flowers are blowing in the wind
and I can see
Could you let down your hair be transparent for a
How did I end up here?
Closer to nowhere and
He says and looks in the mirror
And he can't tell
I will not stop searching ‘till I am where I
How did I end up here?
Closer to nowhere in the
Middle
He sighs and looks in the mirror He can't tell
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