Conflicted thoughts with tension burning like a furnace,
Growing up slowly but ageing quickly on the surface.
Nobody can teach me, which path I’m supposed to take,
But I thought I would have learned by now, mistake after mistake.
I’m weak but I’m strong, I’m right but I’m wrong,
I’ve been a sensitive psychopath all along.
Sometimes I lie awake and think, “What the fuck am I doing here?”
“I’ll do it tomorrow” but now yesterday is last year.
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