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My body is a hell
And I've been running out of patience
My poems aren’t as clever anymore
People say they're all too honest
But honesty is all I can afford
Maybe loss is not a bad thing
'Cause maybe I can write these songs again
Or maybe now it’s just a pastime
Maybe I should treat it like a friend
A friend I won't see again

'Cause I don't wanna die, but truly I don't wanna be alive
I wish that I could vanish in my sheets
And turn into the puddles on your street
'Cause I don't wanna die, but truly I don't wanna be alive
I wish that I could vanish in my sheets
And turn into the grounds beneath your feet

’Cause I’ve been losing all my knowledge
Sometimes I forget who I am
And am at the mirror, but I don't recognize that man
My mom wanted a daughter, but she’d think it was absurd
'Cause as much as I feel different
Family won't accept those words
They won't love me if I’m her

But I just wanna change, and everybody tells me it's a phase
I don't feel right as myself, with my failing mental health
And I just wanna change, but everybody tells me it's a phase
And I don't feel right as myself, my body is a hell