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so it's like this...
pressure and performance.
i really like you. i want it to work.
i get so bored with people telling me stories of their broken hearts. i never know what to say. i never thought i'd be the one in need of a friend to confide in. i dont want a friend to confide in.
this situation is so worn out. we all get here. stay here...
you see them, they don't see you. they see a lunch menu or a clock face...marked shirt...just the smallest stupid pathetic details of everyday life are more settled in their minds than you are. and you sit and your heart pounds under your shirt. all those songs you despise about being overlooked... suddenly are all about you. you know like walkinging into a room full of people and..
so what do you do. there is no real solution anyway... you just sit and wait.
and type out fucking pointless journal entries...
pressure and performance.
i really like you. i want it to work.
i get so bored with people telling me stories of their broken hearts. i never know what to say. i never thought i'd be the one in need of a friend to confide in. i dont want a friend to confide in.
this situation is so worn out. we all get here. stay here...
you see them, they don't see you. they see a lunch menu or a clock face...marked shirt...just the smallest stupid pathetic details of everyday life are more settled in their minds than you are. and you sit and your heart pounds under your shirt. all those songs you despise about being overlooked... suddenly are all about you. you know like walkinging into a room full of people and..
so what do you do. there is no real solution anyway... you just sit and wait.
and type out fucking pointless journal entries...