Iâve been so beaten down with the way the worlds been spinning that I just blame myself, finding all the ways I can be a better person. Itâs like all I have are the words I set aside to align within these songs, filling every notepad with the scratch built from too much time thatâs spent alone. Another day, Iâm waiting for all of these songs to save me. These past few months, they add up to this. Iâve been left with this feeling that my emotions contradict me, because Iâm happy, then Iâm angry, and then I canât fall asleep. Holding onto the things I love and letting go of all the things Iâm unsure of because the world can revolve without me when Iâm gone Iâm still moving on. I guess I just feel so different. I tend to blame it on this lack of experience. Fix my fucked up head and I can move along. And thatâs why I live so uneasy, for fear that everyone around me will see me as I am, and never how Iâm gonna be eventually. Holding onto things I love, and letting go of things (Iâm) unsure of.