There must be some ways
To hold back all these things we're letting go
And I dont think i'm wrong
But sometimes I'm so scared
That all these things I once tought impossible
Are happening to a kid who swore to to never grow old
Another winter is coming
Bringing a new year of loss
Our hands breaking from shaking
It won't get any easier with time
Our hearts wil always starve for something
More than ballpoint pen written words we'll never show

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