I don't need your mindfulness I just need to be fixed
You talk about emotions like they never can be mixed
It's always just so clinical it gets me every time
When will it feel more personal we all just fall in line
So many different issues that we deal with every day
It's almost like we're normal in a funny kind of way
A little group of misfits and we all just feel so safe
But at the same time vulnerable yet still we can relate
Boxes boxes boxes that we all just fit inside
I think it's somewhat complex thanks, the boxes will subside
I know they try to help us but it feels like we're all screwed
When everything is questioned here, our thoughts, our fears, our mood.
- Author: Moom ( Offline)
- Published: January 11th, 2018 05:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
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