Disappear

I wanna runaway from All of these expectations and If I could escape just for a day I think I’d be more than okay It’s hard for me to Sit down and breathe With so much Going on in my mind My therapist tells me I think too much Honestly I don’t think I think enough Cause the best decisions always Pop up when the problem’s over If I go insane will you be here? Would you try to help me? Even if I acted as a jerk again and again? Or would just give up and call me hopeless Seems like it’s been like that lately Maybe I am hopeless or maybe you are With you already giving up on me. You let me down easily, who’s next? Either way. Imma runaway Runaway and disappear