Attatch
I wish I wasn't so attached to attachment, so I could hold your hand and stay in one piece,
Say somethings gotta give, my God I wanna live, but my life's at the end of its lease.
So scared I might be, not of lions or heights, so ill keep poking that big cat till it bites.
They'll hold onto my arms, to save me when I drown, then whisper in my ear i'm no fun to be around.
The labels they sway, bpd to okay, either way I might not make it till the end of today.
Help me win this fight, though my army may be small, I've given all I can give to live and thats all.
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