i remember when i was doing good for so long
and i felt like i was finally free
and i wasn't constantly having those
overwhelming dreams
that would replay like an everlasting film
reminding me of who
i used to be
but they say
good things don't last long
so here i am again trying to be strong
it's like this eerie boundless pattern
that wraps me up and inhales me
then spits me out like ****
and all i want is to be free
and not have to worry about anything
but they say
that would be too easy
why can't they just say
that they love me