May 2019
The blood drained from my hands
And drained from my head
Ran to my heart
Racing, flashing, dancing
Your brought me to my knees hopefully for the last time
And drained from my head
Ran to my heart
Racing, flashing, dancing
Your brought me to my knees hopefully for the last time
I blocked your number today and with that I had the worst panic attack of my life. I was just standing in the copy room and it hit like a bag of bricks, brought me straight to the ground. It was the last bit of anxiety as I finally stood up for myself. And it hurt, terribly, to leave you behind.
