You're growing tired of me

And all the things I don't talk about

Sorry, I don't want your touch

It's not that I don't want you

Sorry, I can't take your touch

There's a hole that you fill

But it's just that I fell in love with a war
And nobody told me it ended

And it left a pearl in my head
And I roll it around

I'm falling apart over a song, sweet

Enfp x Intj

I always sing when I'm extra sad, it's like freeing up the shit I'm feeling

I was sleeping to avoid my headache

Then boom three nightmares in a row

Woke up fucking traumatized