Gemma. 18. South, UK.
I can’t lose you, I just can’t. But I can already see it happening. I’m fucking it up again and this time I don’t think I’ll ever get over it…
I worry about the weather, and the pressure in my head
And how my lungs can’t find the oxygen to form a single breath
That doesn’t get caught in my throat, with all the words I couldn’t say
I pray that things are getting better…
I still worry about the weather, and I’m sick to death of rain
And these panic attacks do nothing for my tired swollen brain
My days aren’t getting better, and I’m still numbing the pain
I lost my mind and all my hope in feeling fine again
I’m holding out for a saving grace, to show me the error of my ways
I really need a change
I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
I haven’t felt so fucking drained, I need a break
I caught a glimpse of my reflection and didn’t recognise my face
I left a note at home explaining how I’m sorry that I left
I just needed to be alone for a while to realise I’m a mess
I pray that that things are getting better but I won’t hold my breath
I won’t hold my breath.
I’m holding out for a saving grace, to show me the error of my ways
I really need a change
I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
I haven’t felt so fucking drained, I need a break
I’m not quite there but I’m on my way
I’m still forgetting names and faces, I need to get away
From this place, ‘cause my outlooks’ changed
Along with how I speak and I’m really not the same as I used to be
I’m always living in my head and I can’t remember when, I last felt alive
I’m holding out for a saving grace, to show me the error of my ways
I really need a change
Cause I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
I haven’t felt so fucking drained, I need a break.
And how my lungs can’t find the oxygen to form a single breath
That doesn’t get caught in my throat, with all the words I couldn’t say
I pray that things are getting better…
I still worry about the weather, and I’m sick to death of rain
And these panic attacks do nothing for my tired swollen brain
My days aren’t getting better, and I’m still numbing the pain
I lost my mind and all my hope in feeling fine again
I’m holding out for a saving grace, to show me the error of my ways
I really need a change
I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
I haven’t felt so fucking drained, I need a break
I caught a glimpse of my reflection and didn’t recognise my face
I left a note at home explaining how I’m sorry that I left
I just needed to be alone for a while to realise I’m a mess
I pray that that things are getting better but I won’t hold my breath
I won’t hold my breath.
I’m holding out for a saving grace, to show me the error of my ways
I really need a change
I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
I haven’t felt so fucking drained, I need a break
I’m not quite there but I’m on my way
I’m still forgetting names and faces, I need to get away
From this place, ‘cause my outlooks’ changed
Along with how I speak and I’m really not the same as I used to be
I’m always living in my head and I can’t remember when, I last felt alive
I’m holding out for a saving grace, to show me the error of my ways
I really need a change
Cause I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
I haven’t felt so fucking drained, I need a break.
Deaf Havana - Anemophobia
Only listened to this song five minutes ago (Just bought the album) But I can relate to this song so much right now, not sure if that’s really a good thing ;/
Can someone tell my local Topshop to advertise a job for me already! Sick and tired of working in a shit shop with clothes I don’t like :(
Sometimes I wonder what the fuck is wrong with me. My life is so much better than it used to be, but I still can’t seem to manage to get through an evening alone without getting myself down and upset. Just shut the fuck up and be happy for god sake!
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