My thoughts feel heavy
How else do you describe,
That feeling of guilt
That eats from inside
Words tend to crawl
Up and down my mind
They always stay
I want them away
Fuzzy is my vision
I could never truly see
Glasses are worthless
If I refuse to believe
Do you really like me,
Or is it just a fake show?
Pitying someone worthless
Who never seems to go
It's like getting mad
At the smallest things
Stupid it may seem,
But not to me
Is Summer really here,
Or is it all a lie?
Is the heat going to kill me,
Or is the boring inside?
I hope you don't hate me,
But I wouldn't be surprised
If In reality
I'm the one lying
