for me,
things are getting real low,
things are getting real low
i bleed
and i'm going real slow,
and i'm going real slow
it's strange
i randomly pictured your face,
your hair, your eyes, your waist
and then hid a little story i made
my feelings grew
as i made it public
i took it back
it can't be published
every time i go
you aren't around
need you to hold
me safe and sound
i just need to see you
i lost faith in my ex,
and i'm never having ***
my mind is too complex
i just need to see you
it's a false kind of love
i don't know how i feel,
don't know how to deal with girls
am i romanticizing cause of the trauma?
no, it's real, it's really really real
my mind denies it
all the attention
my ego likes it
but i hate it
acting like
i really do
want you to be my girlfriend
it's like
true and false
only when i'm far away
but when i write little notes
in the books that i give
and you do a mousey stare
the memories feel
as if im falling in love
although it wasnt there
bought to the surface
now with different eyes
on me
different eyes on me
i don't know, ****,
all i know
is that
i need
somebody
and these things
are
appearing to me
for me,
things are getting real low,
things are getting real low
i bleed
and i'm going real slow,
and i'm going real slow
i need
to see you now though
to see you now though
sorry i wrote it weirdly