Young Lynn
Tired, young Lynn
Counting your mistakes
Placid, underneath
The anxiety escapes
You’re aching in bed
I know how it felt
They swarm in your head
The thoughts, they can’t rest
Tired, young Lynn
Past traumas fold you
Your cells disperse within
Here no one can find you
You’re aching in bed
I know how it felt
They swarm in your head
The thoughts, they can’t rest
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