experiencing mental illness in my bathroom
*points at emotional baggage* i overpacked
my mind is a fucking nightmare.
How can I decide what's right
When you're clouding up my mind?
I can't win your losing fight
All the time
Nor could I ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
But you won't take away my pride
No, not this time
Not this time
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own (I'm screaming, "I love you so")
On my own (But my thoughts you can't decode)
Your pain is real.
if i feel an emotion one more time im gonna snap
Would be easier if you just killed me. Rather die than live without you and pretend like none of this fucking shit hurts. And you fucking know it does
I need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half