The Secret Life of an American Teenaged Vampire (you can’t spell “Executive Dysfunction” without ”cute.”)​

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Floral Tattoo - Rock

The Secret Life of an American Teenaged Vampire (you can’t spell “Executive Dysfunction” without ”cute.”)​

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I was over it but I'm not anymore I was coping fine, but I'm not anymore I was manic beyond belief but more emotionally stable I was panicking every time I left the house but I was able To go to work and face the music To go to work and try to care This trauma won't haunt me forever, but that doesn't mean that it just isn't there Vampire, I stay in and hide Cause I know just what'll happen when I step in direct view of piercing sunlight, I'll die But, oh god, really I'm afraid someone who I barely knew in high school Will make awkward eye contact with me, they'll say hello, how are you, how's school They'll ask me where I go to college I'll feel so sick I'll puke right there And god, it's not unrealistic, every morning I'm already halfway there from the stress I feel like I'm wasting my time Trying to make these emotions rhyme Cuz they're all so discordant and all so disjointed That it never really comes out right And I feel like all of my past lives Are disconnected from my timeline And I don't think about 'em, cause some of them were assholes And I don't remember half that shite And I feel like a fraud when I try to talk about all of the things I really feel I've been so mistreated that I can't even really trust the things I know are real I don't know that I'll ever find peace or sanity, I think this is how I've always been Everything that you did to break me makes me feel like I should just fucking quit this life And I feel this til I fall asleep In my love's gentle jaws I don't think I've ever touched real ground, I don't think that this ever ends My head's still abuzz with thoughts Our electrical signal is always on Gently rending lightning from my fingertips My tears differ in anaglyph

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  • Gwen Power