We gather memories like stones and they're all skipping across the water, sinking one by one. And I'm starting to forget what I came here for. Was there something I missed? Was there someone else I'm supposed to be? I feel like I should say something to alleviate the stress of unknowing. Why pretend? It's the only thing that's keeping me alive. I need to breathe your air. I need to hear you whisper in my ear, "it's all in my head". So, I watch myself crumble and fall apart, call it art. I'm waiting for the waves to subside. This is my will to survive. You don't have to scream so loud I can hear you just fine. I know, I know it's all in my head. It's the same old story, just another contradiction I can't seem to shake. And it shouldn't feel so comfortable to be a liar when I say that I belong here because home is just a feeling that I'll be chasing the rest of my life.
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