Night after night
I find I can't sleep
My anxiety yelling through my thoughts
But I can't even scream
I can't help but feel
Like I ran away too soon
I always do that, don't I?
Guess it can't be helped
I'm a hopeless romantic who can't get a grip on reality
I've got a bone to pick with my own thoughts
I can't keep them from running off
I'm sorry for my mentality, but it's tellin' me
"Run, girl, run, you're not doing it right
Girl, please, they just want you out of their sight
Come on, can't you see?
Your standards are too high
You can't open your eyes
You're blind to your own fantasy"
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Random Things I Write in My Notes
RandomHere are some random things I've written in the notes of my phone because, honestly, there's not much better than seeing what people write down to probably never look at again.
