Timothy Edward Carpenter - highschool

It took me an hour to send a text
That's why it's, hard to believe you'd leave me on read
Glued to my bed, "Was it something I said?"
I can't really help how this fucks with my head
If I disappoint you, you might as well kill me
If you don't, my mental state will
It's the strangest thing, to care what strangers think
But it's on my mind almost all the time
I was probably nine or ten
When this complex settled in
Now I wish I could forget
You how I'm letting you down
You called on the phone
And you asked how I was doing
I told you what I thought you'd want to hear
Yeah, I hear how that sounds
When I say it out loud
You never bought it anyhow
I was probably nine or ten
When this complex settled in
I can still remember when
When you caught me on the internet
Now I wish I could forget
You how I'm letting you down
You how I'm letting you down

Written by:
Michael Guillot, Seth Findley, Timothy Carpenter

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