The one time I find a place,
and realize that for once
I don’t have to be perfect while I’m here,
The things that happen to bring me down the most,
just happen to reoccur, over and over again.
Drowning me over and over again,
Pushing me over the edge,
Pushing me away,
Pushing me to the near end.....
If those closest to me where to know what little things make me feel the way
that I do,
They probably wouldn’t think too much of it,
but they can’t forget that it all adds up eventually.

When I finally find something that helps me express how I feel,
Someone just has to take the whole meaning of it away.
They do because it’s not the way that they want it to be, so
I break down.
Because someone wanting me or something that I do, to be perfect, or the way
that they want it to be......
Is the reason I’m here now.
 
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