Every Time It’s Just Me
Every time I leave
The tension seems to breathe
On its own
And I am left without a home
And every time I wake
I sit in my bed and shake
And wait for the convulsions to end
And every time I blink, I see
A world of black
Just like my dreams
Except I don’t wake up from my life
Every time I cry, I scream
I’m too young to die, it seems
No one cares about such small details
Every time I shrug, and blink
Everyone, seems to think
That I don’t really care
And every memory kept away
In the deepest crevice of my brain
I keep hidden, and locked
And I threw away the key
And no one seems…
Every time I cry, I scream
I’m too young to die, it seems
No one cares about such small details
They were much bigger details
To me
Every time I hear the clock
Ticking away
As if to say
All your life is just a waste
And every time the music ends
I still like to pretend
That my life has meaning
And you’ve just been stealing
Me
Every time I cry, I scream
Every time I cry, I scream
Every time I scream, I cry
I’m just too young to die
Every time I cry, I scream
I’m too young to die, it seems
No one cares about such a small detail
As me
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