True Things
missing steps
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Iâm getting worse every morning
No easy way to see you
Iâll be home in 3 weeks
Suffering from fragile feelings
Lost my sense of belonging
Pressureâs rising
Iâm feeling weak
I wish youâd call me
The fastest currents pulling me out
Talk it cheap you canât afford it
Hanging onto hopeless days
Always slowing me down
Feeling worse with every heart ache
Waking up itâs so late
Your phones been dead for two days
Iâm so low you still ignore me
Youâre just too safe to be strong
Youâll forever treat me like Iâm just like Iâm just another boy
You treat me like Iâm just another boy