.
Another wasted day
Counting every single breath
So this is what is left
A shawl to wear around my neck
To hold me close to home
When I’m being pulled apart,
Why am I always kept away
From what I hold inside my heart
Another wasted day
Counting every single breath
So this is what is left
A shawl to wear around my neck
To hold me close to home
When I’m being pulled apart,
Why am I always kept away
From what I hold inside my heart
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