Torture

A song I wrote.

Chapter 1

Yup.

by: queer
I'm going to a party
I'm carrying a mirror
There's a distorted image
I would like to see my face
I sound so awful and oh
Social situations are
In my own room 101

That feeling when it would be
Way too easy to give in
So why the fukc are you not
Bringing the blade to your skin
And they say that they're sat there
Having a panic attack
I hate the fact that you're here

In my head I have real friends
It's the thing getting me through
I have to stop, they aren't real
I'm not a schizophrenic
Day to day life is torture
My mind is taking over
I keep comparing myself

That feeling when it would be
Way too easy to give in
So why the fukc are you not
Bringing the blade to your skin
And they say that they're sat there
Having a panic attack
I hate the fact that you're here

Day to day life is torture
Way too easy to give in
I hate the fact that you're here
It's the thing getting me through
There's a distorted image
That feeling when it would be
In my own room 101

That feeling when it would be
Way too easy to give in
So why the fukc are you not
Bringing the blade to your skin
And they say that they're sat there
Having a panic attack
I hate the fact that you're here

I'm going to a party
I'm carrying a mirror
There's a distorted image
I would like to see my face
I sound so awful and oh
Social situations are
In my own room 101

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