Crutch
All you asked is, do I feel better now?
All I said is, do I have a choice?
Maybe I’ll find better ways to give a damn about bettering myself
Maybe we’ll see better days when the leaves start crumbling underfoot
I’m on top of the world
I feel lost, and I’m not sure if I’m heard by anyone
Maybe I’ll find better ways to hide the truth that I’m becoming undone
Maybe you’ll find better ways to see the good in me being myself
(…and stop trying to fix me.)
world
watch
trying
truth
thought
underfoot
myself
because
would
better
uninspired
asked
bettering
anymore
becoming
still
deserve
worth
about
undone
maybe
being
always
anyone
burns
crumbling
choice
color
start
smile
crutch
drain
everything
hanging
heard
loved
heart
though
leaves
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