Escapism is the currency
Of the bankrupted heart.
Two walls collide, a dark place to hide
Fetal curl, small, small, get small
For years, decades, centuries no doubt
Bitter, empty, lonely, lashing out
Lifelong friends are hard to find but fear has never left me behind
Of the bankrupted heart.
Two walls collide, a dark place to hide
Fetal curl, small, small, get small
For years, decades, centuries no doubt
Bitter, empty, lonely, lashing out
Lifelong friends are hard to find but fear has never left me behind
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