When will my breath come back?
My mouth can not open.
Will I drown in all of it?
God this fucked my brain up.
I know that things won't change.
But I'm panicking and I can't stop.
What if I'm too late?
I rather hide than heal.
It's the only way to cope with a crisis.
I rather skip this song then feel.
Lie to myself to feel better.
But I cannot stop the breaking.
Once the cracks come, they keep going.
And if I keep pushing it all in.
I'll shatter under the pressure.
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