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.