I went out
I thought, what else could I do?
I was down
stuck between a rock and a hard place
felt the ground
like it was pushing on my feet
and the sound
of someone screaming in my face
Started thinking
about the place where I grew up
Suddenly
I was dreaming
thinking why should I wake up?
But the habit of my mind
is always taking me right back
gotta shake it off
too many times enough's enough
There are times
where I'm moving
and I cannot stop myself
gotta use
I'm just breathing
and I don't want someones help
stop the talking for a moment
let the landscape suck you in
I was scheming for a while
I gotta take this as a win