I'll set you free.




Until you got sick of me, I was never good enough
 to be anything but remedy to all of your constant pressing needs 
and I never learned, so...
I painted a picture of the things I wanted most
To color in the darker side of all my brightest hopes
But there's a monster standing where you should be
So I'll paint you wings and I'll set you free.


-All time low. Paint your wings-

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