i feel like a stupid little girl
sitting on a rock called
addiction
i just wish meeting you was
fiction
my life story is so confusing
with these swirls
you'll find it amusing
im trying to leave the worst
searching for an unknown hand
to pull me out of this
static land
where im choking,
stuck between recession and progression
i ask others , to see how they feel
but they look at me
as if im not even real
god, am i real?
cause i feel
abstract
with the facts
scattered everywhere
in the waiting room
waiting for a resolution
this mental institution
what am i gonna do?
sick of prosthestic solutions
i wanna start it all over again
clean slate
just tell me where to began
cause i dont understand
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