ZKKRYMRNO - 7CN

All is well, now leave it alone
It's cold in hell, and you've made it home
You took that knife in your chest
And painted light on your sundays best

If you find your aching back
Is more than just a crooked disk
Manifest the strength you've had
Remove the weight and run from it

Petals falling counting down
Whether or not you love yourself
The muscles made to make you frown
Will find a way to invert themselves

Written by:
Zakkary Moreno

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