I promise it won't bite.
I'm stuck at the ceiling.
And it needs the night.
I'm stuck in feelings,
That has me paralysed.
I'm always overthinking,
God I hate my mind.
And I hate myself.
I am underwhelming.
Always a little wrong,
Never in good standing.
Never in good reason
Am I feeling my feelings.
I'm bleeding out my heart
Cause my black dog needs feeding.
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