I'm torn.
This heart of mine is falling into thousand pieces.
I did cry.
And I can't stop.
I hope I'll get a sign.
I can't hold on to this anymore.
This is me, being matured.
I've sat, and I'd think about it over and over again
Because in the end, the decision is up to you.
When will the bell rings and knock the sense out of you?
i gotta break out, i gotta step outside these walls
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