I wish that I was different, wish that I was someone else
I know that I should probably tell somebody that I need help
When everything is over, there should be some "all clear" bells
Or a lass that'll go to my house and utter with a yelp
But it's easier for me to say that I'm okay though
I realize I'm not the only one who feels this way
Throw all these things at my face to let me know
That I've been foolishly ignorant since that day
So why should I prioritize myself when that's the case?
I'll **** it up for another day that I'm okay
Lately I've been craving for an embrace
But I can't let people know that my smile is a display
Everybody tells me that I have to believe that it'll get better
And I'm still waiting for it to get better for me
Don't have the right to send my kisses through a letter
Yet when you're around, tears will be an absentee
Nov 3, 2022
Nov 3, 2022 at 12:13 PM UTC