You make me so stressed out,
I feel like the strings are about to snap.
And sometimes I wish they would
so I can walk away and never look back.
I just want to be free
like these words whenever I write them down.
I've stressed myself out
all just to make you proud.
Proud enough to call me yours.
Proud enough to accept you're mine.
Proud enough for you to not come home
smelling like another mans cologne half past nine.
I'm so stressed out
I've become dehydrated from these tears.
The scars you engraved in me
will stay visible for years.
I'm so stressed out because you've broken
what I've tried to so hard to rebuild.
I never thought death would be better
than the pain I currently feel
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
You make me so stressed out,
I feel like the strings are about to snap.
And sometimes I wish they would
so I can walk away and never look back.
I just want to be free
like these words whenever I write them down.
I've stressed myself out
all just to make you proud.
Proud enough to call me yours.
Proud enough to accept you're mine.
Proud enough for you to not come home
smelling like another mans cologne half past nine.
I'm so stressed out
I've become dehydrated from these tears.
The scars you engraved in me
will stay visible for years.
I'm so stressed out because you've broken
what I've tried to so hard to rebuild.
I never thought death would be better
than the pain I currently feel
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