Bleeding Soul
My soul is Bleeding
I need a place that's safe
A place where there's no lines begging me to cross
And I'd trade anything for this
Believe me
I'm just as lost as you
And every time I think
I've finally made it
I learn I'm farther then I had been before
A small confession-
I think I am finally losing-
I think I'm drifting away from those I love-
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