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Dinner Table
The worst time of the day is dinner
Being close to three people at a time
Everyone notices but they don't say anything
As I struggle to keep still
It's painful to be aware just how different I am
My days are filled with tears and dark fantasies
I can stop being a burden to my family
If I'm stupid enough
Why is it that talking through it gives me grief?
Haven't I lost enough already?
My faith is flakey, my granny's gone,
My interest's fading
I've been working so hard, my mind just needs an ice pack
Taking my vitamins and stealing rays
Of fickle sunshine
Go for a walk, it feels good
Maybe in a week
What am I? What do I have?
Must you be so vague about it?
Uncertainty will be the slow death of me
Being close to three people at a time
Everyone notices but they don't say anything
As I struggle to keep still
It's painful to be aware just how different I am
My days are filled with tears and dark fantasies
I can stop being a burden to my family
If I'm stupid enough
Why is it that talking through it gives me grief?
Haven't I lost enough already?
My faith is flakey, my granny's gone,
My interest's fading
I've been working so hard, my mind just needs an ice pack
Taking my vitamins and stealing rays
Of fickle sunshine
Go for a walk, it feels good
Maybe in a week
What am I? What do I have?
Must you be so vague about it?
Uncertainty will be the slow death of me
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