K SERÁ LYRICS

"The Economist"

I’ve run out of pages
no room for words to grow
and take on a meaning
for someone to call their own
Excuse my advances
I can’t control my tongue
it’s hard pressed and desperate
to break free and see the world
if I had the answers here
would you really want to know?
was all of this worth it?
does anyone care at all?

Thanks to lenfantvon for these lyrics

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