Pre-Bday Nausea

said i,

rearrange me til i’m sane/let me speak before I go maimed/i’m too tired to play this game/release me, i don’t want fame.

i don’t know if you’re aware/I suffer and i’m scared/I always receive a cold response/if you may, help me at once.

My wings are clipped/my confidence at all time dip/rescue me, give me a lift/before i go flip.