rambling pt.2

and return to my forhead being wet And it might not make since to you But guess you've never felt this shade of blue And sometimes i feel like the music saved me But i'm pretty sure it's just triggering I'm lost with no one to turn to My parents call me a trooper not seeing i need them too But i'll get over it it'll all be fine I'll get better with age just like wine I hear the neighbors yelling in the middle of the night I feel like i'm making up an unnecessary fight And don't even get me started about my eyes Feel like it's all in my head and i'm spreading lies Is my anxiety really that bad Am i really that sad Am i just doing it for attention Did i forget to mention That sometimes i can stop it Maybe my thoughts are just making the wood lit Because sometimes when i think about it it happens But this isn't ancient athens So i got to doctor after docotor Wondering if one of them will say are you sure it's not just her Making up something because she wants a friend Maybe i just need someone to tell me this isn't the end I keep destroying everything that's good There's a lot more issues covered by peeling wood Or i guess paint But no one is an actual saint Helping those who need it most...