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The weight is unbearable
No one you can tell
With your heart on your sleeve your shirt becomes unwearable
Trapped and stuck
Can't decide if you're saved or caged by the bell
Luck but tough luck
I want to let you in my shoes
For just a day
But if you took them you might catch on to all of my clues
I knew you would have to break confidentiality
So?
Yes, that fear is my reality
I can't tell you what's really up
I guess you think I'm fine so should I go?
A simple question with a hard answer is: supp?
Too good of an actor I should leave
I just don't know I guess
My feelings, emotions, and problems are all in a creative, tight weave
I hate to say
My head is a mess
It must stay this way
There are plenty of things to be fixed
I don't know what to do
Pent up things and problems are all together scrambled and mixed
And by the way don't make decisions for me
I would feel guilty if you tried on my stinky, sweaty shoe
Could you try and make me agree?
You almost had me before
I want to talk about it but I can't seem to tell
You'd have to tell someone, I know that's a fact deep down in my core
The internet friend can invigorate
She makes me think well
But you, I don't hate