my mind is a cluttered house
full of knick knacks I'll never use
but I can't bring myself
to throw them away
there is paint on the floor
and writing on the walls
and I know I need to clean up
but I can't
you never know
when you'll need this stuff again
there are cracks in the ceiling
patched up with duct tape
but I'm trying to ignore those for now
don't mind the puddles of water
those are the tears
that managed to leak in
just try to ignore them
I'll fix it eventually
I know that it's broken
I know it's unstable
but I can't bring myself to clean it
I don't want to change it
I'm used to the clutter
and the cracks
and the tears
I'm used to my panic
my sorrows
my fears
what if I don't want to be fixed?
I'm afraid of being fixed
full of knick knacks I'll never use
but I can't bring myself
to throw them away
there is paint on the floor
and writing on the walls
and I know I need to clean up
but I can't
you never know
when you'll need this stuff again
there are cracks in the ceiling
patched up with duct tape
but I'm trying to ignore those for now
don't mind the puddles of water
those are the tears
that managed to leak in
just try to ignore them
I'll fix it eventually
I know that it's broken
I know it's unstable
but I can't bring myself to clean it
I don't want to change it
I'm used to the clutter
and the cracks
and the tears
I'm used to my panic
my sorrows
my fears
what if I don't want to be fixed?
I'm afraid of being fixed
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