Fuck it.
How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize that it's no sacrifice,
Because the price is paid, and there's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go-
Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefiting, instead I'm sitting singing again....
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this?
Sometimes I think that Fiona Apple is the only one who understands me.
I'm drowning. Save me. Wake me up.