I'm freaking out.
I'm in doubt.
listening to the things you sprout
making things go to another route.

Please stop hurting me.
I can't handle it anymore
I'm dying inside where no one can see,
and yet I still consider you my savior.

Walking beside me is a friend;
one that I thought would last till the end,
could've sworn she was true,
but that all change when things were through.