walking dead
All these hidden lies I couldn't hear or see Living so vulnerable is really getting to me, Coping with all these demons I let in I still don't know how Away I leave to my favorite place, walking dead but I'm really alive now When I go quite n don't speak eyes closed, Feeling dead and breathing slow I'm alive, dieing until then I'll be in my grave watching roots grow
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