Round and round in my head these words are
spinning around.
Lyrics and thoughts and dreams spin me into the
ground.
When the stress piles up higher, a crashing
crescendo inside,
I can't seem to find the words to say so instead
I just hide.
Who should I turn to when it's all just too much
to bear?
All of those friends who swore they'd always be
there?
Hiding pieces of me because others wouldn't
understand
Stuck here on the ground when I wish I was flying
like Pan.
I'm glad for the friends that I still have, after
it all
But I suck at asking for help when I'm trying not
to fall,
Everyone has their own lives, with stress and
problems and such
No one wants to feel like a bother or used like a
crutch.
Catch that falling star; hold it carefully as you
make a lasting plea,
Whisper all of your sweet nothings and then set
it free.
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