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- Jan 1, 2023
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As the panic resounds,
my heart begins to pound,
I am sensitive to every sound.
My eyes dart all around.
I don't want to feel this way,
I don't want to push them away,
I don't want to imagine what they might say,
I want to know what they said.
No one wants to listen to all of my problems,
Of their time and energy, it robs them,
Makes you want to step back when you do find a gem,
To protect yourself by protecting them… from you.
It slipped through my fingers,
But this feeling still lingers,
Butterflies, pins, needles and stingers,
Maybe I should spend less time drinking and thinking with drinkers.
By the time I've made it through,
Will your heart have already bid me adieu?
Because I just don't know what to do,
With all these leftover feelings of you.
my heart begins to pound,
I am sensitive to every sound.
My eyes dart all around.
I don't want to feel this way,
I don't want to push them away,
I don't want to imagine what they might say,
I want to know what they said.
No one wants to listen to all of my problems,
Of their time and energy, it robs them,
Makes you want to step back when you do find a gem,
To protect yourself by protecting them… from you.
It slipped through my fingers,
But this feeling still lingers,
Butterflies, pins, needles and stingers,
Maybe I should spend less time drinking and thinking with drinkers.
By the time I've made it through,
Will your heart have already bid me adieu?
Because I just don't know what to do,
With all these leftover feelings of you.
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