It hovers over me I demand change but show no improvement
I decided to gain gratitude through grief
Confidence instead of grace
This thing holds me together this sensation of security
This trust, This fear it's overflowing
Yes, that feeling of not knowing where you're going.
Yes, that feeling of being weak and limp
Does that make me more like them?
I've reached my peak of numbness and deceit
With disbelief, disappointment, and defeat if anybody was able to carry my burden my emotions they wouldn't last a week.
One day someone will be and have mercy if we meet.
