I once had a mission to find myself
but I lost my navigation
too full of pride to ask for an exit
so now I'm unfounded and confused
why is it that I refused?
what's so wrong with getting help?
too arrogant to Yelp
who am I even tryna find again?
was it a piece of me, or an identical friend?
in the end who's better?
who favored me more?
who stuck by me before?
wait aren't we the same?
tryna stay sane?
too late I lost my brain.
fuck it where's the moss, and the North Star?
shoutout to me so I can know where you are.
I know you're lost too
tryna find out who's calling you.
well, self abused girl it's me.
come on out to see
stop hiding, and start gliding.
you're free..
