This song is the best of me. Taking pills for solemn motive, a better side of me, an open mind for mistakes made. The kind that you burn from. So take this small confession as my price to pay. I've never been the kind to let go. But before you up and walk away: I'm miserable without you, you know. This silver leaves me longing for gold. Second place has never carried me home. Second place has never carried me home.
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