Hang me up in your closet Paint me underneath Look through cracks and I see both your faces
Inches between both my feet
* When is it my turn to not live in fear? What are you afraid of?
Washing clothes with all the stains that I made on them I see you walking in
Closing on doors before I even say your… (What are you afraid of?)
Now, in crowds, we're surrounded Lost, but I'm able to point you out from them
Lost, but you're walking away from me again
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