I don’t wanna be somebody
Fallin’ in a relapse
Every time I see that smile again
I just think of when //
On Friday I felt real again, when another girl called me a good boy. And I felt real too, when a stranger gently nudged Anni aside to hand me her bag. Might have been to get rid of it, who knew, but then again, who cares.
On Saturday I was shaken, on Sunday partially broken, and on Monday I rebuild myself again.
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