3:15 and I'm feeling what I took last night.
All the others must have put up a better fight.
I'm sweating,
I'm shaking,
I'm tripping...
All for the sake of blending.
3:15 and I'm feeling what I took last night.
All the others aren't going through this fight.
I'm screaming,
I'm crying,
I'm trying...
So when's my next fix?
YOU ARE READING
Letting it out.
PoetryI've always been taught to hold in my feelings, but they're getting too much. So I'm letting it out.
