Sometimes I think that I'm free
That I've conquered the demons
And am on to bigger and better
Then something simple catches me off guard
"Where are you going?"
An innocent question from a friend
And it's fight or flight
Those words drag me back, back, back
And how dare I let such ordinary things get to me?
Why can't I move on like everyone else clearly did?
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I think that I'm free
That I've conquered the demons
And am on to bigger and better
Then something simple catches me off guard
"Where are you going?"
An innocent question from a friend
And it's fight or flight
Those words drag me back, back, back
And how dare I let such ordinary things get to me?
Why can't I move on like everyone else clearly did?
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