All of my, all of my, all of my dreams collide.
All of my, all of my, all of my, tears subside.
Deep down inside

I am not who you think I am.
I walk this line.
I am standing here again.
All these constellations
Circle round my head.
Lost in contemplation,
Of showing everybody who I really truly am.
All I want to tell you
Is that I’m so afraid,
Of this turning world.
Can I be safe?

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