Sometimes we break
Then we cry
And try to find the pieces through our blurry vision
Glue ourselves back together with the thought of forgetting
We go on
Like what we did was nothing
Like its normal and it is
For people....like us
Once a week, once a day,its part of our schedule
And sometimes i wish it wasn't
I wish I had no schedule to begin with
I'd rather be pushing up dasies or kicking the bucket
Be underground
I just don't know
And it's all this confusion that gets me like this
The overthinking, over-analyzing
EVERYTHING anybody ever says
My pessimistic blood can't help but turn every little thing into a bad scenario
At times I feel cold
Like it runs in my veins
Being numb is my specialty and its terrible
