i keep on thinking about that girl
that sweet dreaming girl
that i used to be
where did she go?
where did i hide her?
why can't i still be her?
i miss the old me
i'm so sorry i've broken us
When I'm lost in my head, When there's that fog in my mind, I need to remember who I am. So I hold my mother and cry, Hoping some ...
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