Yo, I've undersold what I'm going through
I'm pointing you and
shedding light on what I'm coming to
Pressure existing in regions
I never knew existed
I'm finding reasons
to be submissive to new conditions
Maybe I was born for a regular life
My heart is like sediments
sled in a bed of my plights
I'm feeling like I should
sliver inside a hole and quiver
That it has to be a certain way
People plugging at its petals
cause it's tucked away
running back until I crash

INVIA LE CORREZIONI