But don’t spill your guts you
Could not spill your guts out
I hope you know you don’t deserve it that you’re more than half a man
When you’re feeling alien and outside and can’t feel alive
And I know you do
Because I do too
It’s a slipping silent
Creeping quiet
You should know you’re more than you think you are
The baby of the melody
Even here
So what are you?
Preciously tragically human
I think your hopes were set too high I’d give you a bandaid if I could
I wish I knew how to make all these days go by without the alibis
You’re more than you could think to be
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