there’s something wrong, can you tell? i’m dying to be anyone but myself now, i’m dying to be anywhere but here now. just to feel safe i tried to cut myself in four and started seeing the world through an open window. found myself on the outside. and you were on the inside, no one shed a tear, no “wishing you were here”s.
and there must be something wrong, you know, when everything is what it isn’t and what it isn’t it is, i can feel you in my chest, beating, keeping me alive, but this is not my heart. i am not in love.
