We’re singing songs about tomorrow, and how we’ll never make it there, but then we stay up ‘till? the morning and pretend we never cared. Just because we’re sad doesn’t mean that we’re dying, but just because we’re here doesn’t mean we’re not trying. If I stay up every night hoping that I’ll die, how the fuck am I supposed to pretend that I’m alright?
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