It seems things are addictive too
Distinct desire to observe such heals, such behave
Such that it makes this hard for me
I'm not real
And I deny it
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, I won't grow, I won't heal
Until I let it go
I'm not real
And I deny it
I won't heal unless I cry
It seems things are addictive too
Distinct desire to observe such heals, such behave
Such that it makes this hard for me
I'm not real
And I deny it
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, I won't grow, I won't heal
Until I let it go
I'm not real
And I deny it
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve so I won't grow, I won't heal
Til I let it go
Cry, cry, cry
Telling me why I lost myself identified
Cry, cry, cry
Telling you why I lost myself identified
I'm not real
And I deny it
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve so I won't grow, I won't heal
Til I let it go