Pantophobia.
I fucking hate life.
Or is that the lack of dopamine talking?
Maybe i need more attention,
I just wish they understood.
Im so alone im so alone
And i have too many fears-
Too many fears
And no one understands.
Im misunderstood.
No one else gets me
I wish she would get me,
Shes making it worse
Im misunderstood.
You dont feel the way my heart is beating
Jumping up and affects my breathing
Crawling up to clog my throat
And breathing out to fog my head.
I - am. Mis un - der stood.
I hate white walls.
The red box filled with needles.
The way they act like they care,
They’re more fake than the tabloids.
Bad vibes bad vibes,
I never got one good vibe from all of those lab coats.
She even treats babies like me but i still wanted to break her head.
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