Here's another chapter,
Something I've already read.
The sentences are strewn together,
And I'm in my head.
Give me a new perspective,
'Cause something inside me
is dead.
Didn't mean to upset you,
But sometimes,
I wish you'd f*ck off,
instead.
Always a new superstition,
Believing something
that doesn't exist.
Always a new problem,
I've never seen someone
so stressed.
Maybe you're delusional,
But it's not relatable.
Your words make no sense,
And always you're oh so
intense.
Instead of going on,
I'm closing this chapter
instead.
Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 6:37 AM UTC
Here's another chapter,
Something I've already read.
The sentences are strewn together,
And I'm in my head.
Give me a new perspective,
'Cause something inside me
is dead.
Didn't mean to upset you,
But sometimes,
I wish you'd f*ck off,
instead.
Always a new superstition,
Believing something
that doesn't exist.
Always a new problem,
I've never seen someone
so stressed.
Maybe you're delusional,
But it's not relatable.
Your words make no sense,
And always you're oh so
intense.
Instead of going on,
I'm closing this chapter
instead.
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