All that I own in boxes and bags,
"Ship to: Anywhere" on all of the tags.
Abandoned and reset, my mind's come undone.
I know where, I know how, I know when to run.
I'm too scared to be here.
Undeserving and lost and holding on at all costs. Maybe I'd do anything for you. Maybe I'd do anything for you. Maybe I'd do anything for you... Would you do it for me?
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