are you going to scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

multiple breakdowns later, i'm slowly starting to realize that i'm doing ok

God I'll make them pay
Take it back one day
I'll end this day
I'll splatter color
On this gray

Born to push you around
Better just stay down
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground

Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep waiting

Waiting for the one
The day that never comes

And in the end, my world always comes crashing down around me, and I'm just left to suffer my panic attacks and try to make things right, because I've certainly fucked up

I don't ever need anyone's pity. I'm fucking strong. I don't ever want anyone looking down on me. That's because I'm better than most fucking people, anyway. Thank god I was raised right

I'm the hero of this story, don't need to be saved