Quinceanera

Cold feet, can't sleep
It's best when we can't think
When your fears are this near
Your eyes strain because you can't face your dreams

I don't want to be ashamed of the things that I've done
From off in the distance I can't see your flaws
And I feel as though I'm getting worse
I need an empty page
I need a fast forward
Or just a way to clear my head



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Mcgaha
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