October

It's october again, leafs are coming down. One more years come and gone, and nothing's changed at all. Wasn't I supposed to be someone?

Let me feel, I don't care if I break down, let me fall, even if I hit the ground. If I cry a little, die a little, at least I know I live, just a little.

I'm an expert to play it safe, and keep it cool.



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