Blossom

Some days I dream of empty practice rooms
Where I'm all alone
Twirling at the sound of my own voice
There is a purpose in everything that I do
I create when my soul aches

Sometimes I think of me being the one
Looking at everyone
Over a bright lit stage
Leaving my blood over it with every step I make
Is this what freedom feels like?

These are, these are
My famous last words
My famous last words
My famous last words



Credits
Writer(s): Theodora Tsigarida
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