you can’t breathe

What do you do?

Do you heave?



That as you lay there all alone

Someone will come running?

But I’m not Evan, I’ll never have a connor

And that just makes my story a little bit darker

Maybe if I scream just a little bit louder

Pound my fists a little bit harder

Than maybe I’ll find my Connor



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