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.I've un-buried my mind from thinking of you,. by nitromee
and yet still,
I cannot breathe.
And god damnit, what's gotten into me,
I love you so,
but I know you don't love me.
And I can't do anything to help themThe girl I love takes pills to smile,And I can't do anything to help them by nitromee
she thinks she needs them to stay alive.
She despises the colour of her eyes,
she hates the way she looks when she glances in her mirror.
Oh dear God up above,
I know you're there,
and I don't believe you care,
about the suffering going on below the surface of your clouds.
My best friend hates the way she looks,
she thinks she's fat.
She wants to be beautiful,
but the only way to be is to realize that she already is.
I know a girl who blames herself,
for her mother running away.
She takes it out upon herself,
with her own words without anyone to help her put up a fight.
And as the world crashes down on them,
I can only pretend that I am strong,
and that I don't want to break myself as well.
The joke is that I sometimes feel as when I look at them,
that I'm looking right back at myself.