I like to say that I'm free
That didn't change anything
Every day is the same
Over again, I'll pluck a petal
From my skin
Loves me, loves me not
I've wondered since I was a child
Grabbing from the stem, and wondering when
Lamictals and chronic fatigue
Chainsmoking and feeling my feet
Standing against bridges
Imagine the highest beams
Nothing would save me
Not even
It's serious
The denial is no match for my hell
Or even my wails