7 o'clock in the morning with an ocean of tears
we should have been pretty, but reality mourned
shadows growing on the back of the door
Words hurled like daggers projecting fears
shredding eachother into million pieces
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Just another face in the crowd of accordance
Vibing to this,nice one, keep it blazing
i love these deep lyrics it brightens the song and instrumen…
Dope vibe, good work on this