I don't want to admit it again.
Instead I'm pretending it's all okay.
It will be okay someday I hope.
Anxiety Level: 10
Pain Level: 4
Love Myself Level: 1
Now you hold me,
And we're broken.
Still it's all that I want to do. (just a little now...)
Feel myself with a head made of the ground,
I'm scared but I'm not coming down.
And I won't run for my life,
She's got her jaws just locked now in smile
but nothing is all right.
I miss getting high. So much.
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