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Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I am doing.
Why I think the way I do.
Why I react to situations the way I do.
...And then it hits me like a cold brick wall...
My lungs get tight, air seems lost, gone forever.
My palms get sweaty and the room goes black.
It isn't his fault that I am this way.
He didn't do those things to me,
Cheating, Lying, Leading me to believe in a life that never existed.
Leading me to believe in a false love.
It's in the past, so why can't I just let it go?
Why I think the way I do.
Why I react to situations the way I do.
...And then it hits me like a cold brick wall...
My lungs get tight, air seems lost, gone forever.
My palms get sweaty and the room goes black.
It isn't his fault that I am this way.
He didn't do those things to me,
Cheating, Lying, Leading me to believe in a life that never existed.
Leading me to believe in a false love.
It's in the past, so why can't I just let it go?