undecided
I sit alone in my desolate room
hiding myself and denying the impending doom
that if I just revealed my true self it'd all be over soon
so I sit and plug my ears with tunes.
the lyrics are my friends
and the understanding has no end
I know where I've been
but I'm too scared to acknowledge where I'm going.
so my broken heart I keep mending
like an earthquake I sit trembling
trying to undo the memories
little true friends but plenty of real enemies.
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