KM (non your beewax / a place)


it feels like bad news is all i hear
everyone just runs in fear
wishing for a better home
something new something unknown
and maybe if the world was more greeting
maybe if we would stop the scars and bleeding
and if the world wasn't full of fear
then bad news i would never hear

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