I pull down the shades. Hide myself from a busy city street. I don’t want anyone to see me. Every day is the same routine, no matter how much I talk about making a change.
Don’t fall asleep on me. I still need you here. Don’t fall asleep. I still need you here.
When even sitting on the steps makes me sick. I think I need to get some help to help me get over this. So boring, never interesting it’s killing me slowly. Yeah, it’s killing me slow.
And I’ve really let myself go.
When you’re suffering, imagine how I must be feeling.