Room to Grow

by Noise Pollution

Everything I say or do
Influenced by the thought of you
It makes me sick, it makes me wish
That I was someone else.
And even if the words were true
The sky just hasn’t been as blue
You think that I am strong enough
But I am just myself.

Well, once-loved, I must confess
There’s nothing that I could possess
To fill the hole where you belong
There is nobody else
But through my dread, through my duress
These things all start to coalesce
I realize I don’t need this to be
Human, or myself

It’s a fucking nightmare, I know
But all the tiny voices, they have nowhere else to go
I’ve been changing constantly so
There’s no more fucking room to grow.

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