giving up, i guess
i'm giving up, i guess
he won't notice anyway
taking space is my revolt
it wouldn't work if i tried
i've been trying so hard
to actually talk to him
but anxiety takes form as my shadow
and haunts everyone away
sometimes we talk
and somedays it's pure silence
i can't keep track of it
so this is my way of taking some time
i'm giving up, i guess
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