the truth is i hate my own guts so you won t have to so much so that i can t recognize love or the lack of it i ve packed this suitcase a thousand times said aloud i ll never look back but end up sitting on my bed just staring at it i ve cried alone more times than i d like to admit but i ve been too proud to tell you i m losing it anxiety ridden guilt stricken the weights of things it s sinking in it s like an awful movie i ve seen a hundred times and i know the end and everything falls apart but i m collecting the pieces and everything falls apart but i m collecting the pieces and everything falls apart but i m collecting the pieces and everything falls apart but i m collecting the pieces i found a little bit of hope shoved between the seats in the back of the van and i m content with knowing exactly where i am i ve seen hell it s a worn out reclining chair and i ve dreamt of heaven it s anywhere but here anxiety ridden guilt stricken the weights of things it s sinking in it s like an awful movie i ve seen a hundred times and i know the end and everything falls apart but i m collecting the pieces and everything falls apart but i m collecting the pieces anxiety ridden guilt stricken the weights of things it s sinking in it s like an awful movie i ve seen a hundred times and i know the end and everything falls apart but i m collecting the pieces and everything falls apart but i m collecting the pieces