Beater

I talk a lot about the same one or two things
I wrote them out in my hand so I don’t think
I’m getting tired of the way I approach things
Doing donuts with the details I’m noticing

I find it hard to pay attention and not stare
When I’m really trying to look like I don’t care
I don’t know how to maintain my composure
I’m giving up and breaking down like a beater

I like the shade cause it takes care of my skin
The nasty weather doesn’t care that it’s sensitive
I can’t go out but it’s not cause I’m scared of her
My skin will peel off like an old car
It’s a real condition just ask my doctor
It might affect the way I act I don’t know for sure

I’m having trouble
Like a beater
I’m having trouble
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