Wishing that I wasn't Patient 139
The one screaming the lyrics to I'm Not Okay
Sometimes hopes that someone understands me
Relating to Tess Stevens and her song Tourist
Crying to Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)
Wondering if anyone has the time to listen to me whine
Trying to not do what Pete Wentz almost did in Hum Hallelujah
Thinking I'd just like to be only me and not also someone else every day
Asking myself why music is my novacane
Just wanting to know why most people don't care about me anymore
It's like every time I listen to music or watch YouTube I feel numb and I have gotten used to it
When it comes to my mental age I feel like the Clock Forgot It's Hands
In the end I'm the one who walks a lonely road the only one I have ever known
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 11:03 PM UTC
Wishing that I wasn't Patient 139
The one screaming the lyrics to I'm Not Okay
Sometimes hopes that someone understands me
Relating to Tess Stevens and her song Tourist
Crying to Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)
Wondering if anyone has the time to listen to me whine
Trying to not do what Pete Wentz almost did in Hum Hallelujah
Thinking I'd just like to be only me and not also someone else every day
Asking myself why music is my novacane
Just wanting to know why most people don't care about me anymore
It's like every time I listen to music or watch YouTube I feel numb and I have gotten used to it
When it comes to my mental age I feel like the Clock Forgot It's Hands
In the end I'm the one who walks a lonely road the only one I have ever known
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