identity

Just promise me

It’s buried deep inside

Truth is hell

Broken to smithereens

Everything is so torn

Can’t stop now

In a state of mind

Picking it up

Everything has changed

Sorry babe

Promise me, promise me

It’s all in the past now

No guilt, no tears, no stickiness

And just ask who can you trust

We think we know what we’re doing

But we don’t

I welcome your thoughts

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