living life in the backseat
don’t ask me
what it’s like to be a
passenger 
i’m social
but not so much 
not in control
i don’t do love

other side
of my head
i’m stuck i cry
do i really want this for my life
i can’t help
i’m a mess 
i can’t help that stuck i’m inside

back seat
of my own ride
feeling like a shadow
of my own life
these drugs don’t numb my mind no more
these drugs don’t numb my mind

would you stay
if i change
i’ll be awake
i won’t be fazed
would you try
if i died
would you mourn
the times i lied

bckst (zbeatz)

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