They make me feel like an attention wh*re
My heart still pounds when I see youAnd yes, I still get angry At the mention of your name
I’m tired of mundane horrorLike missed opportunities And lost love I’m not sure I want backThe things that my brain swears will…
February is always full of so much anxiety and change for me. I don’t think this year will be different.
But I don’t miss being a kid.