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I’m trying not to overthink again,

But my head keeps running laps.

Say something real, say something steady—

Or don’t say it back.

YOU GO QUIET LIKE A DOOR SLAM,

LIKE I’M A PROBLEM YOU CAN’T STAND.

I CAN FEEL YOU PULL AWAY

BEFORE YOU EVEN MOVE YOUR HANDS.

I hate how I replay it all,

Like I’m hunting for a reason.

I swear I’m fine, I swear I’m normal—

I’m just tired of the guessing.

YOU SAY “IT’S NOTHING,” BUT IT’S ALWAYS SOMETHING,

YOUR EYES SAY MORE THAN YOUR MOUTH DOES.

IF I ASK FOR HONESTY, YOU CALL IT DRAMA—

LIKE I’M CRAZY FOR WANTING LOVE.

So tell me straight—

Am I too much, or are you just halfway here?

I can’t keep holding air,

I can’t keep living off “we’re good,” “don’t worry,” “don’t fear.”

If you’re staying, then stay—

Don’t keep one foot out the door.

I’m tired of being “maybe,”

I’m tired of begging for more.

I don’t need perfect,

I just need real.

If you can’t meet me in the open,

Then tell me how I’m supposed to feel.

(tags, underneath)

TELL ME THE TRUTH. / DON’T MAKE ME GUESS.

TELL ME THE TRUTH. / OR LET ME REST.

I keep my voice down, keep it polite,

Like anger makes me unlovable.

But you push and pull and smile like it’s fine—

Like I’m not breakable.

I tried to be easy, I tried to be cool,

Tried to swallow what I wanted.

Now every small thing feels sharp in my chest,

And I hate what I’ve become when—

YOU TURN MY WORDS INTO WEAPONS,

THEN ASK ME WHY I’M BLEEDING.

YOU WANT ME SOFT, YOU WANT ME QUIET—

BUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KEEPS ME SEETHING.

(overlap these like a fight)

I’m not trying to start something—

I’m trying to stop this from dying—

STOP SAYING YOU CARE WHILE YOU DISAPPEAR,

STOP CALLING IT “SPACE” WHEN IT’S JUST FEAR.

I can’t read your mind anymore—

I can’t keep translating silence—

I’M DONE WITH THE WAITING,

I’M DONE WITH THE STATIC.

If I leave, I’ll miss you.

If I stay, I’ll lose myself.

I don’t know what hurts worse—

Wanting you, or wanting help.

SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST—

OR LET ME GO.

I CAN’T KEEP BREATHING

AROUND WHAT YOU WON’T SHOW.

(quiet, underneath hits)

I don’t want to hate you… I just can’t live like this.

If you’re staying, then stay—

Don’t keep one foot out the door.

I’m tired of being “maybe,”

I’m tired of begging for more.

I don’t need perfect,

I just need real.

If you can’t meet me in the open,

Then tell me how I’m supposed to feel—

AND TELL ME THE TRUTH.