what difference will it make
MARO, Mariana Secca
I can’t tell if I’m just going nowhere
All I think about is when it all ends
Day by day I keep on trynna forget
Bout all these things that make me want to run from everything
Just leave it all, oh I can’t take feeling like this
I wish I thought way less, that way I wouldn’t care
Trapped in all these problems my mind designs
Little big confusions growing with time
Complicated sky maps where stars don’t shine
If I could close my eyes forever would that mean I’d die?
If I could stop pretending I’m okay when I’m not fine
What difference will it make if I’m dead or alive