He said even thinking about killing yourself is living dangerously
I guess that makes me a dangerous woman cause that's on my mental daily
Now don't get me wrong I know that's not okay but it's a product of my depression and my anxiety
I try get out of my head and live by the rules of society
But can't because I can't see the path that lies ahead of me
Walking on a path of darkness I trip on my roots i'm falling i'm stumbling
Behind me there's a crunch now i'm running i'm scrambling
Up ahead i'm almost there that light is my solstice to no matter where as long as it's anywhere but here
One step, two step, one step more, but that next step sent me overboard
One sip, one puff, one taste, but wait I can still take a step back
I'm choosing my own path now i'll be perfectly okay I can stop any time
One step more straying farther from the path another sip, puff, taste then knocked flat on my ass
Turn around only to realize I lost my previous path
Daμn what the fu©k do I do now
That one sip, one puff, one taste and l almost felt normal again free of the pain
But drowning my sorrows was all in vain because when that high wears off it restarts the game
My thoughts of suicide begin and aw sh!t here we go again.
