I really feel a whitish winged bird flying around me...this sky... is this a seashore where we feel - a saviour is coming
'' ..but im felling so down and you wouldnt have a clue
i have to be silent when you bagg me out to your friends
and if i back chat to you im at my end
but my self esteem is going down will it ever rise again
i want to live life and be me
i dont want to have to force a smile and i want to be happy
I really in rumpus with a loving feel of this writes
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I really feel a whitish winged bird flying around me...this sky... is this a seashore where we feel - a saviour is coming '' ..but im felling so down and you wouldnt have a clue i have to be silent when you bagg me out to your friends and if i back chat to you im at my end but my self esteem is going down will it ever rise again i want to live life and be me i dont want to have to force a smile and i want to be happy I really in rumpus with a loving feel of this writes