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She's never where she is. She's only inside her head.
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I literally love to leave like... I love to go. I love to vanish, I love to exit, The minute I'm not enjoying myself I literally have no choice but to bounce.
Do you ever get the feeling that your guardian angel went out for a smoke?
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حالم چندان خوش نیست و صدایی مدام میگوید:«سکوت بدیست دیوانه، کاش کسی حرف بزند» من از تنهایی نمیترسم، اما مینویسم که صدایی در ذهنم پخش شود، مینویسم که بگویم من دارد با خودش حرف میزند، من دارد، همین فعل دارد را که مینویسم حس میکنم دارد، دارد لالهی گوش را میبلعد و نجوا میکند. سکوت بدیست دیوانه، کاش کسی حرفی بزند.
I do not have to hold it in
I can write it or sing it or draw it or wear it.
You sold me out to save yourself
And I won't listen to your shame
You ran away, you're all the same
Angels lie to keep control
Ooh my love was punished long ago
If you still care, don't ever let me know
So if you love me, let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can't destroy what isn't there
Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again
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