Paris Bennett

i'm self-obsessed 

wrong words i said 

it's clear that some things aren't worth really trying 



so let it go, let it be 

then we'll talk and i can 

dream you're not here 

persevere, i could live without this 



the one you'd like to go 

is taken much too slow 



you're not impressed 

wrong words i said 

a mere subject of your self-indulgence 



so let it go, let it be 

shall we to talk about it 

my misery is when you breathe 

there's no doubt about it