Leave me ?
Déjà vû.
You look at me like I'm see through,
But, everything you think you see, wasn't everything there was to me.
Mom says "light a candle, burn some incense" but Mom my inner sense is the only thing stopping me from burning myself to the ground.
Sorry, I can't save me now, I am aware of my heart, it opens and closes and I guess I have alexithymia now.