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17 and I'm fucked up Caught my gaze, and me off guard Honestly, I might just want something to reorganize these memories of nothing Find peace in the dysfunction Every single thing I write is not okay Don't make it awkward Cold breeze on my face I'm fucking wasted I don't care, let's just call it wonder No fear 'cause that shit is fucking basic If you're gone, maybe going under right now is the right thing to do My burden light now Think it might sting you, won't reform my psyche I'm not much to lose, I'm not I'm not enough for you It don't seem like it matters when I need you the most Will lost feelings inhabit where I find them a host? Will I feel the collateral decay of emotions? Don't tell me to float or I'll sink to the bottom of the ocean Am I real? Should I rather be a notion? Would I feel when my lungs are being frozen? Don't answer that When you scream about your boyfriend in the summer, I'll listen I'm 22 and I'm fucked up Finding pieces of lost love Life is not what it once was I love my voice when I shut up This changes nothing I've found peace in the destruction Every single thing I write is not okay Don't make it awkward Scream about your boyfriend in the summer and I'll listen And listen And listen And listen again Still falling apart Still falling apart, unknowing (it's love) Still falling apart (love, after all) Falling