I’m getting used to it here
still not comfortable with the stares
I need some time by myself
I won’t put what I love on a shelf
I can never get a word in
you cry for no reason
always have an excuse
for what feels like verbal abuse
I can’t handle you feelings
I need my own time for healing
my world is completely changing
this joy is mine for the taking
you need to figure out how
to live in the here and now
a lot you bring on yourself
tú necesitas ayuda, some help!
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
I’m getting used to it here
still not comfortable with the stares
I need some time by myself
I won’t put what I love on a shelf
I can never get a word in
you cry for no reason
always have an excuse
for what feels like verbal abuse
I can’t handle you feelings
I need my own time for healing
my world is completely changing
this joy is mine for the taking
you need to figure out how
to live in the here and now
a lot you bring on yourself
tú necesitas ayuda, some help!
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