things are never what it looks like.

everythings perfect and everythings fucked.
 my thoughts are suffocating me.


but nothing stays the same
and everything changes 

and i know it

its just that i cant handle that many things at once.
i have my own little crisis 
pretty much all the time
and i cant handle your shit anymore. 

and i know i say im fine all the time

but you know im not.

and you also know how to make it better.

but you never do it.

because we've been through this before

and you dont wanna deal with it anymore

because im that complicated and messed up.


im sorry i cant be who you want me to be. 

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