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Restless
I cried on the bathroom floor
Before walking over
The walls were so close
And I was so close
to dissapearing anywhere else
If I made it out alive
Distancing myself from my own bedroom
I have no where to call my own
I have nothing sometimes
And other times I know I’m lying
I cried in your bedroom by myself
In my bedroom with everyone else
In bathroom after bathroom
And the hallway outside of your door
And I’m tired of crying too
And I’m tired of a lot of things
To be the opposite of restless
To be anything but what I am
Sometimes I think I will grow old without any one
A lot of times I think that
Because if not you
Then who?
Before walking over
The walls were so close
And I was so close
to dissapearing anywhere else
If I made it out alive
Distancing myself from my own bedroom
I have no where to call my own
I have nothing sometimes
And other times I know I’m lying
I cried in your bedroom by myself
In my bedroom with everyone else
In bathroom after bathroom
And the hallway outside of your door
And I’m tired of crying too
And I’m tired of a lot of things
To be the opposite of restless
To be anything but what I am
Sometimes I think I will grow old without any one
A lot of times I think that
Because if not you
Then who?
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