tres. feelin' blue
sugar, when will this plague go away? i'm tired of having to pick myself up every day / tired of the whispers crawling around the basement of my brain / like spiders / i'm tangled in the cobwebs and i'm all out of raid! / my moods go faster than my heartbeat and i'm afraid i can't keep up with the pace / who am i, fucking usain? / why is it called feelin' blue when it's grey that has me caged in its loving embrace?
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note;
something short bc i'm tired but i still wanted to express myself
