how can you expect me to be good in everything,
how can you expect me to have good grades all the time ,
how can you expect me to look lovely,
when i am just a human.
my creaking heart is already trying to survive from this riot
and i am just this little to almost lose myself in this transitory hallucination
don’t you dare expect me to be something,
even if it’s for my own good.
i am my own good.
and i’ll make it out alive
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
how can you expect me to be good in everything,
how can you expect me to have good grades all the time ,
how can you expect me to look lovely,
when i am just a human.
my creaking heart is already trying to survive from this riot
and i am just this little to almost lose myself in this transitory hallucination
don’t you dare expect me to be something,
even if it’s for my own good.
i am my own good.
and i’ll make it out alive
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