The thing is
Anxiety hurts
Can't breathe properly or go outside
Act human enough to feel alright
When i want to
And it kills me
That reality is a question mark
My brain is god and i am man
Desperate for a fucking answer
And i need it
And i need it
And i need it
And i do it sloppily
By it i mean living
Spend so much time worrying
I never do anything
I worry about missing out
On plans i cancel anyways
To stay inside and hate myself
Cause i would rather die instead
I hate the shell i hate the play
I hate the words i try to say
The way they stick to my throat
The cars on all the empty roads
The way i want to lay down
In the middle of the street
Lay my acne cheek
On the cooling wet concrete
And it is bad
But its real
The way i dont believe it when i know that its sincere
Cause it is bad
But it is real
The way i feel when i can’t tell if i am actually here
And i do what i can
But nothing matters
And i reach all my limbs out
But nobody cares
And my mom says it is ok to feel shattered
But she doesn't
So she never really gets it
And i do what i can
But does that matter?
Or would it matter if i did something more?
Cause i hear somebody thru the wall
Yelling at their kid
And all my blood it freezes cold
Like i am being hit
And it's fucked
And it's surreal
The way i want to touch someone to feel like i exist
Cause it is fucked
And it's surreal
To know that i am not the one who made me into this
And i am touched
And it is real
That sometimes i hear voices whispering my name in tears
I'd like to think
That i believe
That one day i'll be actually happy
But i dont
Is that ok?
Can you hold my hand thru it
Till i somehow find a way
I really want to
I want the dream
The sweet illusion that one day i will wipe my brain clean
Or maybe just let go of what im holding onto
Just let go of all the shit i still carry with me
Or maybe just let go of what im holding onto
Let go of all the shit i still carry with me
Anxiety hurts
Can't breathe properly or go outside
Act human enough to feel alright
When i want to
And it kills me
That reality is a question mark
My brain is god and i am man
Desperate for a fucking answer
And i need it
And i need it
And i need it
And i do it sloppily
By it i mean living
Spend so much time worrying
I never do anything
I worry about missing out
On plans i cancel anyways
To stay inside and hate myself
Cause i would rather die instead
I hate the shell i hate the play
I hate the words i try to say
The way they stick to my throat
The cars on all the empty roads
The way i want to lay down
In the middle of the street
Lay my acne cheek
On the cooling wet concrete
And it is bad
But its real
The way i dont believe it when i know that its sincere
Cause it is bad
But it is real
The way i feel when i can’t tell if i am actually here
And i do what i can
But nothing matters
And i reach all my limbs out
But nobody cares
And my mom says it is ok to feel shattered
But she doesn't
So she never really gets it
And i do what i can
But does that matter?
Or would it matter if i did something more?
Cause i hear somebody thru the wall
Yelling at their kid
And all my blood it freezes cold
Like i am being hit
And it's fucked
And it's surreal
The way i want to touch someone to feel like i exist
Cause it is fucked
And it's surreal
To know that i am not the one who made me into this
And i am touched
And it is real
That sometimes i hear voices whispering my name in tears
I'd like to think
That i believe
That one day i'll be actually happy
But i dont
Is that ok?
Can you hold my hand thru it
Till i somehow find a way
I really want to
I want the dream
The sweet illusion that one day i will wipe my brain clean
Or maybe just let go of what im holding onto
Just let go of all the shit i still carry with me
Or maybe just let go of what im holding onto
Let go of all the shit i still carry with me
( Blood Girl )
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