It's more a vicious line than a circle
Leading straight down
I didn't find a mathematical formula for how I feel
Scribbled in old red copy books, filled with tiny squares
Just the failed equations
Of trying to be a real person.
It won't peak or even plateau
I need to find out why I'm slipping all the time
It doesn't stop and start, it's just easier to hide at times
Then the apathy gets too great
I can't cover up
I refuse to be dragged down
So I'm taking whatever I need
So I won't care anymore
So I'll have the middle ground
So I can win.
I used to think it could be a triangle
But that would mean all of this had a point.
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