How can I go back, when Im already stuck.
Yes, Im happy now, but there's always a "but".
"What ifs" run in my mind. Eats my soul and stab my heart.
Lots of regret. Lots of pain. Lots of fall out.
I love my life right now.
But when I sleep, I am different.
I chose to be like this, to live like this.
But why do I feel it's like a burden.
It chokes me to death and I ask for air.
I hate the feeling but nobody cares.
I yell for help but nobody hear.
Is this really the end?
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