Four A.M. two hours to go
Im wearing out a lonely glow.
I miss you more than I could know.
Here I am, here I am,
wont you get me?
Ive got my hands on redemptions side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine.
Ill fit all of these monstrosities inside
and Ill come alive.
With my fist down at your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete, here I am, here I am,
wont you get me?
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me.
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