.[Intro]
Fuck
[Verse]
Well where is there room made for growth
When I walk on a thin frayed rope
I keep testing my balance in hopes that my feet will find ground thatâs more solid
(Iâll swallow my words whole again)
Fight my own will of choking
Cause .
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