I Think

This time, I think,
I'll actually be composed.
Sure, I don't feel right
and my head is dying,
but it always does that.

This time, I think,
I'll actually love well.
Sure, I'm not all right
and my heart is shaking,
but it always does that.

This time, I think,
I'll actually think it through.
Sure, I'm a little dizzy
and my arms are limp,
but they're not broken.

This time, I think,
it'll never happen again.
Sure, it feels bad
and my eyes are open,
but they're not red.

This time, I think,
I'll be completely okay.
Sure, I'm not talking
and I get nauseous,
but I'm not sick,
I think.