Where's the part when someone jumps
Out and tells me I'm asleep
Where's the part that takes a turn
And twists inward unexpectedly
Where's the part where I'm convinced
That I'm hated by my friends
Where's the part that fucks me up
Makes me feel the missing parts again
I don't deserve to feel this comfortable
In my own skin
I'm 99% convinced this isn't real
Is this even real?
Why did I keep holding on
Like my life was in your hands
It's impossible for me
To ever fully understand
Something tells me there's a chance
I've made it through the other end
I can feel myself return
From the shape that I was wrapped around and bent
If I said that I've looked back then I'd be lying
Firmly grasp my shaking hands against my ears
If I said I felt alive or felt like dying
I feel like myself for the first time
The first time in years
Where's the part that I forget
Every fucked up little thing
That made me feel like one percent
Just the smallest part of me
I don't deserve to feel this comfortable
In my own skin
I'm 99% convinced this isn't real
Is this even real?
Is this even real?
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