If my heart says I’m sorry, can we leave it at that?

And I'm good, good, good to go. I gotta get away...get away from all of my mistakes. So here I sit, looking at the traffic lights. The red extinguishes the hope that the green ignites. I wanna run away; I wanna ditch my life, 'Cause all of my mistakes keep me awake at night. And,... Continue Reading →

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