It's true.
Everything seems to be moving ahead, and I seem to be falling behind. All I want to do, is huddle into my blanket and have a good cry. But I've lost to many studying nights to crying, and I can't afford to lose anymore time.
Stress.
My heart is heavy, and I know it's my fault.
Explosions are caused by the building up of pressure within bottles.
Tell you? But you're never there.
Oh no I see, a spider web and it's me in the middle. So I twist and turn. But here I am in my little bubble.
