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I don't want to know,
I don't want to feel,
I don't want to be,
I don't want to sound crazy.

Me, forgetting.
All the hurt inside you've learned
to hide so well, pretending.

I don't want to sound insane,
But I can't take the pressure.
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away.

The clock is ticking,
my heart is bursting through my chest,
And now I'm crying,
the tears are pouring off my face,
hands shaking.


Look at me now.
Here I am, once again, falling
into pieces, right behind you're eyes.
Alone.