I've got to learn to live and dream
If I can't crawl inside of you
I'm laughing with a broken face
I stumble across my self esteem
But to picture the pleasure is making me want my space
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people
My heart, while in its cage, is used to give and not receive a thing
But the only funny thing is that I don't know how to give myself advice
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