I'm making plans. Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all their demands. But all I do is just lay in bed, and hide under the covers. And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt, I keep making these 'to-do lists', but nothing gets crossed out.
/-bright eyes.
*this song should be retitled "story of Keighty Angelica Palmers life".*
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