Sitting, unable to stop and waiting for everything to collapse, like you know it will. Did it already start to fall? You were so numb you didn't notice. You knew it was going to happen, so you built everything up until you couldn't hear, you couldn't feel those things you were supposed to. Like wearing rose-tinted glasses, pursuing things you never thought you could, or would, being happier because you chose to pretend things were gonna be okay again. Chasing dreams and I haven't anyone to catch me when I fall. Because I will and shatter.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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