When will I become better? I always think too much, Jealous too much, And exist too much, It’s crushing me by thinking, I lost my only ally, By becoming the worst person she’s ever met.
I’m not empty. It’s not that I don’t feel anything. The exact opposite.
I feel so much.
So much I get desensitized to my own emotions. They flow around like water in every corner of my body. Mixing in with my blood until there is no cell untouched.
It used to be a gentle lake. But now It’s an ocean. So all I can do is sit here and pretend that I’m a puddle. Just like everyone else.
I fell for the boy Making sandwiches in the kitchen Fell for his eyes A deep green Like a pine tree I fell deep for the boy in the kitchen And boy I love him And the way he looks at me.