I’m scared because I’m about to fall
I don’t wanna jump
The dedication makes me ball up
I don’t wanna hit rock bottom then need to crawl back up
What did God draw for my blueprints
Everything built seems to be made of sand
Trying to construct my lands
But it’s all the same
I can barely stand
My head’s spinning
The room’s breathing
The next chapter is teething
The conclusion is teasing