Sometimes
I feel so guilty that I can hurt myself.
I feel like this whole built-and-ready future will never be filled.
I feel like I'm about to scream and get mad at everyone,
and in these moments all I can see is your face.
When I try to catch it, it's gone.
I want to mix it but I also want to make it original,
as expected.
I wonder what they say when they hear it,
when they see it.
I see it and then feel so sick,
I've got to move. I've got to get away from them.
He's here, he's been here all this time,
I'm just so afraid not to find him.
Have to remove the thought
of the closing death.
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