"the National Bureau for Mental Health and Safety Called, They Want You as Their Poster Child"

I think I've hit my limit for this lifetime

anticipation is my biggest enemy
it's hard to defeat when it has no face
I think about it all every day
what the next day will bring
until it just becomes too much
and I feel like giving up

if I saw you I'd say "hi" if I thought it'd make a difference
but we'd get into the small talk of "how are you"
and I could never answer that honestly in the time you give me
because no one is ever sincere, they don't really care
they'll just tell you what you want to hear
to keep a better standing of themself in their mind
but it's all just a clever disguise
and I believe in honesty

this week doesn't look too good for me
I'm finally starting to let go
take every step towards progress
every step towards getting my life back
every breath I breathe is something new
and I'm glad this air's not from you
but starting over can be so hard

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