Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe