Rusted in Okay

  • March 21, 2026, 4:03 a.m.
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Makin' wishes in the dark
Don't come for me, don't come for me
You aint a lion, you aint a threat
More fear than you can speak,
Tongue is knotted and your lungs drown
Stay in the sunlight where you belong
Your weakness wont touch the shadows
And you've had nothing interesting to say
No one's coming, you're on your own

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