I let him make me crazy.
Don't know what to do with myself lately.
Walking around in circles pulling hair.
Every time I need someone to be there,
There are more important things than me.
How much less than this could I be?
Who's gonna talk me outta my tree?
Cursed with invisibility,
Even the tears have no purpose now.
Go ahead and kick me while I'm down.
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