I might change my mind out of guilt never out of affection
we figured out how to cut ourselves open and pull out infections
but we still can’t cure shame
because it rhymes with my name
can I hold onto my chaos a little longer
Is living or dying proof that you’re stronger
Pictures of me smiling are the ones I dread to post
But the people I leave behind will want to see those the most
Even if my heart was broken and cold
Even if I was sick or alone
So I grin in the snaps when I don’t want to sometimes
Can I keep my chaos on ice with a splash of lime
because sometimes I feel like giving up
people pleasing becomes another drug
how do you know if you’ve ever been loved if you’re always lying?
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