Your anxiety consumes me, your inspiration kills me. Lost inside your head and I'm so sick of being alone. My life is a series of X's and "oh shits", floating away like trash in the ocean. A chipped up front tooth, a whole mind filled with shit. I wake up asleep; I'm so over it. Telephone. I'm so sick of being alone. You probably think my heavy heart gets me by... You're right. You probably think I'd rather lay down and die... You're right.


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