The white writer gonna tell you what's not mine
Oh I hope I see you passing by my door
Oh I hope I won't see you anymore.
Oh I know on the inside you're wondering why you fight
It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life
I won't listen to you won't you blow right past my door.
Oh I won't listen to you, blank the screen and I'll try to ignore you.
There's a white, light glimmer in my eye
And the light is refracting in my sight
Oh I Hope I see you passing by my door
I hope I don't see you anymore
Oh I know on the inside you're wondering why you fight
It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life
I won't listen to you won't you blow right past my door.
Oh I won't listen to you, blank the screen and I'll try to ignore you.
Is it strange to believe that the lukewarm pollution has seen revolution
Hard to reside & the fires steal the light and the spirits need reviving
Will to your father, he'll hold you through these treacherous times [?]
You should catch onto the rest
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