Cascades

[emotions on the cheeks]
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It’s like being stucked inside of the flowers you planted
And not being able
to smell its perfume
You can’t see their colors either
You’re just here, and you’re watching rivers of tears flowing though your eyes
Watering this secret garden o' yours, the one they tried to force and destroy
And you’re here, you can’t move because you don’t want
them to find you
You can’t breathe ‘cuz you’re scared they find you
You don’t post ‘cuz you’re afraid they steal it from you
you’re not shining anymore,
‘cuz you’ve been isolated and you’re just trying to protect
what makes you You
You’re waiting for the end
You’re waiting for the end...
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