Wounded by Sleap-e

These are days
Wounded emotions, I love boys who can cry
Lights are on, and I’m home
I don’t sleep anymore
Wounded emotions, I have things to control

I have things to control, but how?
A life to live now, but how?

Smoke on my belly button
Alone, together, alone
Late night in the hall, still made up
Alone, alone, alone
How?

I was thinking bout the day
Cause these are days
Wounded emotions
Wounded

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