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Cracked Skull
Why am I so indecisive
So split and so troubled
I swear that I bring it all down on myself
I worry of non-existent things
Until they exist in a manner so overbearing I buckle under the weight...
He likes me,
He's using me,
He cares about me,
He's ashamed of me,
What the fuck does it matter one way or another
How come I can't just go with the flow
Must I always drive the fucking "what ifs" until they are dents in my fragile skull
I can see or am I blind
Which one is it?
I am loved and someone really cares
I am used and all the love I feel is manufactured
I played along to get him to go this far
But now could he be playing back the same way as well
Why can't I ever let myself enjoy any-fucking-thing
So over cautious
I can see it now its all over before any of it has even begun
I will be the bringer of my own demise
