that you have put everything second, including me
The same mannerisms, same expressions, same things hanging over their head
feel like I'm being given a second chance, and I don't want it to slip away
Don't you believe anybody that tries to convince you of that. That's bullshit
For example, a person might leave something on the desk for someone else to find
from the first time she met you on the street.She'd do anything for you
Walking around like regular people，They don't see each other，They only see what they wanna see.
Sometimes you feel it inside,like you're falling down real fast,but you're really just standing still.
I think this piece, um, communicates a longing
I think maybe when people own things and then they pass away a part of themselves gets printed on those things
Only he who is pure of heart can take the sword from the stone
You were never second Ever I love you You sleep now Everything will be different in the morning
how can you help me ,if you don't believe me