My lips smile, hiding the storm in my eyes So they won't ask- About the holes in my heart, that threaten to fill me Or the fire in my soul, that threatens to consume me
My lips smile, hiding the storm in my eyes So they won't ask- About the holes in my heart, that threaten to fill me Or the fire in my soul, that threatens to consume me
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
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