Fill me up with little lies.

My life is full of random shit.
I only stay busy so I can stay distracted.

I think that filling up your life with things to do can keep a person sane even in the most psychotic times.
I know that's what works for me.
Because right now, at the slightest, most insignificant little thing, I could break down
a tiny little frustration could be the straw that makes the load too heavy to bear.

I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a pool,
and I know I'm going to have to touch the water sooner or later
but if someone pushes me in,
it'll make the experience instantly negative.

I know exactly what's bothering me,
but I'm going to not confront it for as long as possible
because I don't have to be vulnerable
and if I ever let my emotions take control who knows what I'll say?

So I'm going to stay busy and carry on.
I'll go to school everyday and get distracted from what I know is gnawing at my insides
I'll put on a smile for cheer, and for dance, and for my friends
I'm going to stay busy and not give myself too much time to think because I know
at the slightest little accident,
I just might unravel

So I'm going to stay busy and carry on.