In the face of change,
I turn my head to the wall,
Am I just too scared to rearrange,
Afraid that it will end it all.
The voices in my head speak,
Telling me it'll be just like what I'm use to,
Day after day just feeling weak,
Living lonely and empty, nothing new.
I should just go with the flow,
Let you live for ya,
Let the feelings come and go,
But in my heart there's too much paranoia.
Right now I can't help being snapped,
A pile of blank pages on the shelf,
Inside my heart I know I'm trapped,
Knowing the sickness is myself.
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