I Have Anxiety
Yo my brains a little wack.
Like my love would be holding me in his arms, kissing my forehead and my mind likes to tell me, "He hates you."
We fall asleep wrapped around one another, and my brain will tell me, "He's bored of you."
But I've never been so loved and appreciated so I know these thoughts are wack. I just wish they would shut up.
Like my love would be holding me in his arms, kissing my forehead and my mind likes to tell me, "He hates you."
We fall asleep wrapped around one another, and my brain will tell me, "He's bored of you."
But I've never been so loved and appreciated so I know these thoughts are wack. I just wish they would shut up.
26-30, F
