There’s an aching that’s been holding me back well over this decade.
So I’ll put together the right words, you’ll somehow feel the same.
Fill up the page, from the heart I’ll portray, as I’m running out of space
That’s just the way it goes I guess, alone like me, putting your former self to rest
Put me to rest
What strength does this even prove that I have?
To keep pushing on, while trying not to bleed out in the bath?
Like these same f*****g cards that have been left in my hands,
you can’t choose the life you get. I wish I could be somebody else