and he's mad because I made him feel bad but I'm glad because I wanted him to feel bad
and nothing feels the same as it did last year
One day I'll look back at this and curse myself for being pretentious
but I confuse preteniousness with expressing how I feel
and no one ever really asks me how I feel
The pressure was getting to me and eating away
but I have a dream and I know what I want
and nobody should be able to rip that away from me
Rejection to me is like when you're listening to music and then someone yanks your headphones out
it goes from sweet tunes to uncomfortable silence real quick
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