in the middle of my thoughts laid to waste
everything up top fighting for space
living too afraid to take place,
cased in four walls afraid to lose face in
im struggling losing patience
everything froze up left me in stasis
losing faith in myself and the world
on more than just a daily basis
leave it up to me to smile friendly
hard enough being my own enemy
askin what the fuck has gotten into me
I don't have an answer or an apology
watchin days collapse up from under me
feelin like years passed with no sympathy
like i fell asleep under an apple tree
knowin deep inside its all pissed away
keep talking I promise to keep listening
i got a book to keep all your fiction in
dont worry I'm not omitting anything
does it sting? knowing that you're the death of me?
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