Whatever I do is a mistake
I'll lose no matter what I choose
The pressure is sitting on my head
Leaning to the sides to whisper in my hear
'Don't be brave, I'm all you've got now, let me stay here another week'
And I kinda miss the sounds of raindrops crashing on my window
I miss the pleasant shiver running through my spine
while I fall asleep
These endless sages are here to stay
'No Worries' seem to lost it's way with me
I should be so happy
I never let me feel happy
Calm like a bomb is what comes closest to bliss for me
Eye of the storm
And during a storm,
A raging thunderstom
I could find my peace
A thousand raindropp on the window
And I kinda miss the sounds of raindrops crashing on my window
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