Sometimes I can't help it, the colours bleed out of the borderlines and I look like I'm out of control.
If I could keep cool all the time I would, and would act like it, but it's always a matter of choice, a subjective choice, and if I don't see that I have to be I just wouldn't choose to be.
If I had to suffer all the misery in the world just so I could turn my head and see you looking at me and smiling I think I can make myself ok with that
At the end of the day if you're happy I'm happy
If I could keep cool all the time I would, and would act like it, but it's always a matter of choice, a subjective choice, and if I don't see that I have to be I just wouldn't choose to be.
If I had to suffer all the misery in the world just so I could turn my head and see you looking at me and smiling I think I can make myself ok with that
At the end of the day if you're happy I'm happy
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