it's 15:20 and i can't handle anything
I just can being lay down this place
while my bones are soaking
i won't go outside
won't go to the doctor
won't call you because i'm not
i'm the tightrope walker
on this fake and depressing expectations
on my own views of who i am
and now i'm so fucking tired
so i'll be drowning
on this cozy moment that goes down to the death
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