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
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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