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Jul 2019
You ask if I’m okay I say I am but I’m really not
For I have a grave inside my head where I rot
I’m fine, I’ll be okay, I’ve been stopped crying
I’m so sick and tired of doing all this lying
I need help but I’m too afraid to admit it
Feel pain just to know it’s real like a wrist slit
Sometimes I wonder if you’re even real
Sometimes it’s better to not even feel
I’m sick and I’m tired of breathing all this air
I try so hard to be there but it isn’t fair
You’re a virus in my mind and I’m corrupted
I try to run away but my brain is being hunted
My heart is so confused and all It wants is you
Yeah I made mistakes but it was only a few
I lost everything the day you walked out
I don’t even know what I’m tripping about
Knew it wouldn’t work but we did it anyway
And you know I’m down to do it again any day
Who knows maybe the 30th times the charm
Who knows maybe one day we’ll do no harm
My heart and my mind are having a civil war
I don’t know why I can’t control this anymore
I love it when you say you hate me say it again
I’ll only ever want you as more than a friend
I know you’ll only see me as nothing but an ex
I hate to admit it but I still look at our old text
And I really should move on and go to the next
I guess you’ll never feel the same about me
I hate that you’re the stems to my broken tree
Written by
Gabriel Mallory
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