I was born a boy with many opinions
And now I'm a girl who doesn't really care about anything
This beautiful thing happens every day
It's called the sun
It's called my blood
And it's the only thing making us want to be alive
I'm really grateful for the people I've met
But that won't make me die any less
A mound of dust that light somehow seeps through
And creates you
Thank you
The snow is falling at the perfect speed
The rain is falling at the perfect speed
The cars are driving at the perfect speed
My legs are moving at the perfect speed
My arm is moving at the perfect speed
The mountains around my eyes set on fire before I could even swallow my own spit I was born a boy with many opinions And now I'm a girl who doesn't really care about anything This beautiful thing happens every day It's called the sun It's called my blood And it's the only thing making us want to be alive I'm really grateful for the people I've met But that won't make me die any less A mound of dust that light somehow seeps through And creates you Thank you The snow is falling at the perfect speed The rain is falling at the perfect speed The cars are driving at the perfect speed My legs are moving at the perfect speed My arm is moving at the perfect speed Explain Request ×
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