Annabeth

Oh, Annabeth, You sit in the garden with a couple of friends You run short of breath But you're still pretending that things are going well But you know you're lying to yourself And not just your friends There are many things you'd like to yell But there's no one here left Oh, Annabeth, You play a new vinyl you got from a shop Where you like to spend Most of your time cause it makes you feel home Cause anywhere else you feel lost Like me in your thoughts And you carry on hiding your soul That lately's been soft It hurts me more than a thousand shots To see you bleeding on and on You keep saying that u will learn To live with this pain on your world Oh, Annabeth, You sit in the garden with a couple of friends You are still short of breath But you stopped pretending that things are going well Now you know that lying to yourself Has put you through hell Many things have come out of your chest But there's still so much left