The steep road is near—
A dwelling of hope and fear,
At last, the Light's here.
The steep road is near—
A dwelling of hope and fear,
At last, the Light's here.
I was eight years old,
and everyone around me was dying.
I wish I was younger so then I wouldn't
understand what war was.
Now I'm twenty-six,
and everyone around me is dying
The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case
is the one I want to kiss.
The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case
doesn't even know I exist.
The girl with the headphones that mess up her bangs
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