This past year's burned a hole in my head
I can't keep my eyes open
at second thought I couldn't care to listen
To any word anyone else said
I've been a lost cause since I can remember
Drowning
It feels like I'm drowning
Why can't I just be dead
For now, I guess I could remain at rest; turn my senses off for months on end.
I'll never step a foot or an inch outside of my bedroom ever again
I can't believe I'm even alive, let alone well enough to lift my legs
I'll dim my lights shut the door to my life and crawl into the safety of my bed.
The light is so bright slipping through the cracks
Between the black out curtains and my shades
I never strive to change my life
I can't even convince myself to behave
In situations of extreme importance
Can I even spell my name?
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I love mom jeans. It immerses myself in those unforgettable feelings and makes me weep, and I smile as the trumpet starts to play. How wonderful. zhangzhanglang
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It's unfortunate that Marietta disbanded, but they couldn't have ended on a better note. As it Were is a reflection into a lot of youths' struggle with both aging and losing friends to time, and that it's okay to feel those things, even if for a little while. Halfrican Jones