If I can’t learn to make myself feel better, how can I expect anyone else to give a shit? And I scream for the sunlight or car to take me anywhere, just get me past this dead and eternal snow ‘cause I swear that I’m dying, slowly but its happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere,
just take me there.
just take me there.
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| — | If Winter Ends- Bright Eyes |
