I'm scared I'm boring, because I'm so quiet
I'm scared I'm annoying, because I'm so bothersome
I'm scared you're done with this, because I never know wssup
I'm scared that you don't care, because you're never there
I'm scared that I'm just plan b, that I'm not a good enough plan a
I wish I knew how to figure it all out
I wish I knew only just how to get out.
07.31.10, 10.32-10.35am
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