fell apart yesterday
all i can do is weeping, honey
i've been trying to pretend that i am not done with myself but
if i could have said anything that time,
man i was dying and crawling through endless corridors
that something inside
has clearly ended me
and now i am being sick of this person in the mirror
- i can not stand her sight - so fuckin unsure of everything
and too messy, constantly trying her best but
has it ever been enough?
Millions unneceesary thoughts on mind,
never brave sufficiently
to do what truly longs for.
God, and i am teeling her
girl, you can drive
And shaking my head- can't, i can't
So I would have told u
that i couldn't have lived like this anymore.
