After a while, she walks into the room. The pockets, of her jacket filled with glue, into which she's stuffed her fingers. I'm stuck, we all get stuck sometimes. And then she smiles, but I just can't read her mind. Sometimes, her smile doesn't reach her eyes. And I'm trying to say sorry, don't lie, we all lie sometimes. But not now.🏁
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After a while, she walks into the room. The pockets, of her jacket filled with glue, into which she's stuffed her fingers. I'm stuck, we all get stuck sometimes. And then she smiles, but I just can't read her mind. Sometimes, her smile doesn't reach her eyes. And I'm trying to say sorry, don't lie, we all lie sometimes. But not now.🏁