All my time spent chasing distractions Please don't leave me alone with my thoughts Desperate for human interactions Deflect the pain of life The pain of loss
I get wistful and tearful when I stop in my tracks I get angry and ashamed when I remember who I am My lonely behaviour undignified I get scared of the nothing when I look inside
The world seems too vicious when I think of conditions Incapable of inhibitions Myself included with grounded expectations What use is reason when we lose it with our patience
Oh, my rarer find I don't like where my thoughts go Where there's just me on my mind Oh, my troubled cure I've also thought of the feeling Of choking on your own sick before
✘ CONNOR MURPHY ✘
This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling.
Someone both like, and unlike, himself. Irritating, abrasive, and yet prone to bizarrely philosophical bursts of introspection that may or may not be obfuscating, Connor is...an anomaly of a simultaneously intriguing and repelling sort. He's yet to cement his opinion in any permanent sense, but he still finds Connor to be sufficient in holding his interest. For now.
connor murphy ☼ dear evan hansen
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All my time spent chasing distractions
Please don't leave me alone with my thoughts
Desperate for human interactions
Deflect the pain of life
The pain of loss
I get wistful and tearful when I stop in my tracks
I get angry and ashamed when I remember who I am
My lonely behaviour undignified
I get scared of the nothing when I look inside
The world seems too vicious when I think of conditions
Incapable of inhibitions
Myself included with grounded expectations
What use is reason when we lose it with our patience
Oh, my rarer find
I don't like where my thoughts go
Where there's just me on my mind
Oh, my troubled cure
I've also thought of the feeling
Of choking on your own sick before