They Tell Me Age is Just a Number and I Feel 84 Years Old
can't explain the thoughts I find myself caught up in irrational and oversensitive I'm overcompensating for the damage I leave in my wake
and if you knew me you would know that I'm stuck in the past stuck in the past trying to decipher old love and if you knew me you would know sometimes I think too hard I overthink I ruin everything
and it's a shame I'm caught up in my own selfish thoughts can't even feel can't even cry can't shake the numbness that I feel in my bones I'm growing old