The cycle starts again and now it all depends on where I am and who is there with me.
Why can’t I let it be?
And I’ve been feeling weak like the apple tree in my grandmas backyard.
It’s all the same to me, treading with glass in my feet.
I can taste the blood, the smoke in my lungs.
What am I running from? I’ll found out soon enough.
Swimming through my thoughts again. The taste of your lips is enough to keep me homesick, so I’ll breathe in your chemicals.
Reaping what I sow again, looking through the lens, I could never shake this tunnel vision.
So I’ll just bounce and rebound.
Why did I let this happen to me? Let my thoughts just strangle me.
I just need something tangible when you’re not here.
And I hate the sound, the weight that my words carry out. They bring no sustenance.
I just wanna be strong enough to be someone you can depend on.
Why can’t I just be? Why can’t I let it be okay?
Losing confidence in my consciousness.
Nothing’s permanent when I’m losing all my friends.