Can I stop making mistakes,
'Cause it's what makes me hate
myself....more and more.
I know it's in my nature, but
there's a creature
crawling inside my brain.
I want to hold myself,
scratching my skin to the bone.
Can I just vanish in dreams
and never return?
I am scared of everything.
The question always lingers:
What if I can't make it?
What if... I can't?
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
Can I stop making mistakes,
'Cause it's what makes me hate
myself....more and more.
I know it's in my nature, but
there's a creature
crawling inside my brain.
I want to hold myself,
scratching my skin to the bone.
Can I just vanish in dreams
and never return?
I am scared of everything.
The question always lingers:
What if I can't make it?
What if... I can't?
Pain, anxiety, emotions
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