Now christyna
was the quietest
only talked when spoken to
unsure of what to say
or how to share it
she could look you in the eyes
and be a million miles away
without you being aware of it
constant distance
lost soul wandering
her closest relationships
were with fear and silence
you could chop it up to
introvertedness or perhaps
she had the same DNA her brother did
high functioning
yet lacking emotional connection
had substance but kept it bottled up
had to push to be present
ask questions
she was naturally caring
naturally fell in love
only never shared or cared to share it
until she met this girl
who reached into her world and
stopped the static
rather, they shared some static
vibed out to a different tune
different tone of love
no one knows what anything
grows into so
they kept planting trust
and waited for something to flourish
unaware it had consumed them already
now I fear the end of it
but shoot myself in the foot
and self destruct
although there's two in this
one distant one fragile
an equation bound to erupt
older I grow
I'm more paranoid of it
desire to trust humans
but there's so many
with ill intents
I just unplug
throw these headphones on
write some verbs nouns
and predicates
spit em over some melodies
and try to call it art
7 billion on the planet
not everyone is aware of it
the wisdom that lives inside
this storm
only judge by what they've
been programmed to bump
haters, lovers, obsessed stalkers
ive had my share of 'em
now christyna
reaps what she sow
uncomfortable enough and it shows
at shows i hide in the back
come out with a microphone
but i can't talk about all that
my weakness might unveil
make itself into a reality
I'm just trying to make sense of it
I'm just trying to make sense of me
I aint got no friends where
I'm living
so this silence is defeaning
ripping apart the lonely me
I ain't got no friends where
I'm living
so this silence is defeaning
I'm just trying to make sense of me