I'm losing myself, The girl I've always thought myself to be is fading away, I've taken my personality and stored it on an ancient, dusty shelf, And I always say that it's just for today,
But today turns into tomorrow, And tomorrow turns into weeks, Months, Where I put myself aside because I would rather feel nothing than feel weak,
The numbness is scary, Scary because its comfortable, Because for once I dont have to feel weary, Like I'm falling down a rabbit hole,
Today is one of those days, That will turn into tomorrow, That will turn into weeks, And months, So that I don't feel weak.