That don't kill me, can only make me stronger.
- With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
Music is my imaginary friend
That don't kill me, can only make me stronger.
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Yeah, Where'd it all go wrong?
The list goes on and on
And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
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