Words can be silent
Words can be bold
My head keeps spinning
A story untold
It makes these lies
I choose to believe
I mutter in anguish
Why is this me?
I hate everything
I think I'm just melodramatic
my head spins a web
And makes everything overly climatic
I'm hurting myself with my thoughts
Someone once told me
Thoughts never stop.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
Words can be silent
Words can be bold
My head keeps spinning
A story untold
It makes these lies
I choose to believe
I mutter in anguish
Why is this me?
I hate everything
I think I'm just melodramatic
my head spins a web
And makes everything overly climatic
I'm hurting myself with my thoughts
Someone once told me
Thoughts never stop.
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