CAUSE THERE'S STILL TOO LONG TO THE WEEKEND, TOO LONG TILL I DROWN IN YOUR HANDS, TOO LONG SINCE I'VE BEEN A FOOL. LEAVE THIS BLUE NEIGHBORHOOD. I NEVER KNEW LOVING COULD HURT THIS GOOD.
Tell me what your worst fears are I bet they look a lot like mine tell me what you think about when you can't fall asleep at night tell me that you're struggling, tell me that you're scared, no tell me that you're terrified of life tell me that it's difficult to not think of death sometimes.
It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.