my lips are cracked and bleeding;
my head is so heavy in my hands,
a back that aches, a heart that breaks,
and no one who understands.
i know it's just the season and i know that it's just me
but i can't help wondering, if you weren't so afraid,
what would you leave, and who would you be?
who would you leave, and what would you be?
I'd be anything but me.
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