AOC

Lying in my room on the bed

Thinking of all the things you said

Now I might just be in my head

But I’m starting to think you never cared

Maybe it started yesterday

Or is my mind just papier-mâche?

I’m starting to feel like I’m losing my mind

Constantly hearing how you were kind

Every time that you came home

I used to end up on my own

It was like you wanted me to hide

Do you think I never even tried? Hm?