Amongst a circle of love, I contemplate if you are proud of me.
Laying in a frost, crushed with the sound of laughter.
I have lost the strength to speak in a language I’m so accustom to.
I’m such a fool, with an idiotic tongue.
I’m done trying to break away.
So, just embrace my lungs and give me the power of speech.
Laying in a frost, crushed with the sound of laughter.
I have lost the strength to speak in a language I’m so accustom to.
I’m such a fool, with an idiotic tongue.
I’m done trying to break away.
So, just embrace my lungs and give me the power of speech.
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