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I didn't really wanna say it
I don't wanna say that I hate this
I don't write to get famous
I write so that I can escape this
After all the time I've waited
Starting to make me all anxious
After all the time that I've wasted
A lot of good memories faded
This is something I feel like I don't deserve
And that says a lot because I feel like I deserve the hurt
Wake up everyday, thinking everybody's so concerned
I know it' s bad, I know I need to focus on myself first
Almost hate everything that I've become
Went into a forest and I'm getting lost
Going over every single thing I'm not
Shh, quiet my thoughts
Wish I could believe the things that you say
Look back, stop my tracks, get carried away
Feels like I'm losing control. What a shame
The image has folded and creased up my page
Beg to the lord as I drop to my knees
Prozac won't be what will put me at ease
Inside a prison that won't set me free
My image is lost, and now I can't succeed
The visible scars cover
My body. Can't put a number
They all have stories, however
I will keep them to myself forever
Home remains broken
My mind remains open
A moment that's golden
Will turn to a poem
Scared of rejection
Very expected
Need time, not to mention
I need a second
Wish I could believe the things that you say
Look back, stop my tracks, get carried away
Feels like I'm losing control. What a shame
The image has folded and creased up my page
Beg to the lord as I drop to my knees
Prozac won't be what will put me at ease
Inside a prison that won't set me free
My image is lost, and now I can't succeed
Sometimes, I cry when I see my reflection
That's hard to say as a sentence
Shows that I'm weak, and it causes a scene
I've got a messy perspective
Feels like the songs are relentless
All my bad thoughts need an exit
All of me needs a correction
Wearing the noose like a necklace
Do this for my satisfaction
but I probably need a distraction
Scared to see how they reacted
Panic attack, then won't know what happened
Don't dream about living in mansions
I don't really have a good reason
I dream about picking up pieces
Defeating the demons, I dream about freedom
Wish I could believe the things that you say
Look back, stop my tracks, get carried away
Feels like I'm losing control. What a shame
The image has folded and creased up my page
Beg to the lord as I drop to my knees
Prozac won't be what will put me at ease
Inside a prison that won't set me free
My image is lost, and now I can't succeed
I don't wanna say that I hate this
I don't write to get famous
I write so that I can escape this
After all the time I've waited
Starting to make me all anxious
After all the time that I've wasted
A lot of good memories faded
This is something I feel like I don't deserve
And that says a lot because I feel like I deserve the hurt
Wake up everyday, thinking everybody's so concerned
I know it' s bad, I know I need to focus on myself first
Almost hate everything that I've become
Went into a forest and I'm getting lost
Going over every single thing I'm not
Shh, quiet my thoughts
Wish I could believe the things that you say
Look back, stop my tracks, get carried away
Feels like I'm losing control. What a shame
The image has folded and creased up my page
Beg to the lord as I drop to my knees
Prozac won't be what will put me at ease
Inside a prison that won't set me free
My image is lost, and now I can't succeed
The visible scars cover
My body. Can't put a number
They all have stories, however
I will keep them to myself forever
Home remains broken
My mind remains open
A moment that's golden
Will turn to a poem
Scared of rejection
Very expected
Need time, not to mention
I need a second
Wish I could believe the things that you say
Look back, stop my tracks, get carried away
Feels like I'm losing control. What a shame
The image has folded and creased up my page
Beg to the lord as I drop to my knees
Prozac won't be what will put me at ease
Inside a prison that won't set me free
My image is lost, and now I can't succeed
Sometimes, I cry when I see my reflection
That's hard to say as a sentence
Shows that I'm weak, and it causes a scene
I've got a messy perspective
Feels like the songs are relentless
All my bad thoughts need an exit
All of me needs a correction
Wearing the noose like a necklace
Do this for my satisfaction
but I probably need a distraction
Scared to see how they reacted
Panic attack, then won't know what happened
Don't dream about living in mansions
I don't really have a good reason
I dream about picking up pieces
Defeating the demons, I dream about freedom
Wish I could believe the things that you say
Look back, stop my tracks, get carried away
Feels like I'm losing control. What a shame
The image has folded and creased up my page
Beg to the lord as I drop to my knees
Prozac won't be what will put me at ease
Inside a prison that won't set me free
My image is lost, and now I can't succeed
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Writer(s): Kodiak Hutton
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