Manage me, I’m a mess Turn a page, I’m a book Half unread
—All Time Low
I earned my place,With the tidal waves.I can’t escape this feeling,That something ain’t right.I called my nameAs I crashed the gates,Still I can’t escape this feelingThat something ain’t right.
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