I’m slipping through the cracks
But I’m trying to crawl back
I’m trying not to let them see,
The real true me.
If they did see
Well they could completely leave me be.
I want to have friends,
So I have to sew up my fraying ends.
The ends that seem to be splitting open,
One by one again and again.
Letting details slip,
Of my crying details that make me flip.
If they did see
Well they could completely leave me be.
I want to have friends,
So I have to sew up my fraying ends.
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