This is the song
That makes you cry every time,
The one you play on repeat
To punish yourself.
This is the pattern you've trapped yourself in.
This mantra,
This melody,
"This is what you get"
These scars you wear,
The heaviness you harbour
"This was never what you wanted"
How many symptoms
before it's
a sickness?
Stay still,
Keep quiet,
You are shattering yourself
Inside.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
This is the song
That makes you cry every time,
The one you play on repeat
To punish yourself.
This is the pattern you've trapped yourself in.
This mantra,
This melody,
"This is what you get"
These scars you wear,
The heaviness you harbour
"This was never what you wanted"
How many symptoms
before it's
a sickness?
Stay still,
Keep quiet,
You are shattering yourself
Inside.
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