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The ceiling looks me in the eyes

This feeling stabs me in my side

I should be happier with what I got

I'm doubting what I see outside

I'm counting all my bad times

I'm such a worrier, man fuck these thoughts.

I'm so sorry you have to wait

Please don't worry about me babe

I am not the only feels your pain

So if I don't know what to do

I should focus on me not you

But inside it hurts oh so fucking bad

But I could be wrong

God I miss you mom

What do I do

How could I be wrong

When I feel so strong

When I'm with you

Baby please don't go

But do I let go

I don't know