Sometimes I'm just so scared that
If I said no, you'd walk out and
Leave

Like everybody else.

I'm worried you'd become blind like the crowd,
Growing too busy to care
With other people to attend to,
Parties, events, jobs, work —
And you'd leave me here.
Alone.

I really don't want to tie you down either.
There are so many other people out there
That would make you so much happier than I would.

And I know that.

I'm worried you'd get tired of listening to the same ****
Over and over and over and over again,
But the problem is the **** keeps coming back and

I don't know how to stop it.

People think I'm attention-seeking and
Extremely unoriginal to have the same story keep
Popping up again.
They think I'm such a fudging great actor.

And I agree sometimes.

Because they don't see the
Invisible tears that flow.

I'm worried that you'd just give up on me.
Because I'd give up on me.
In fact, I already kinda have.

People tell me
I'm crazy.
And I know I am.
I have a fudging mental disorder for goodness sake,
Crazy is the new normal.
And I'm used to that bit.

But if people are sick,
Do you not care for them?
Why do people run away?
Why do people avoid?
Why do people leave
Because they think

I'm fudging crazy.


I'm trying not to be.
I really am.