Haunted by the refrain, "It's not your fault," she found herself trapped in a cycle of self-reflection. Each repetition etched deeper lines of contemplation onto her reflection, a constant reminder of the questions she couldn't shake. Despite her whispered reassurances, the mirror reflected a soul seeking understanding, weighed down by the complexities of existence. In the silence of her lonely contemplation, she grappled with the overwhelming sense of introspection, longing for clarity that remained elusive. Yet, deep down, she couldn't escape the truth: every pondering, every uncertainty, was hers to explore. And as she gazed into the unforgiving surface, she knew she was destined to navigate the depths of her thoughts alone.
Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And the worst part is there's no one else to blame
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, unfold me
I am small, and needy
Warm me up and breathe me
Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found
Yeah, I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe