they don't know, they don't know what's going on inside of us. Inside our heads,in our mind.. they don't ask about it. they don't care.. But still they're trying to give us a perfect shape, without u noticing what's happening.. but we keep on fighting back, struggeling our way to our safehouse. It's a long & exhousting road. but we'll be back they don't know, they don't know how. we still come back as the people we justed to be...
