Thinking that your word was all Gospel, Its just a little less pressure for me,
But lately you've been feeling a bit hostel, Filling up thoughts with my anatomy,
Picking up the pieces to a brick wall, I put so much of all the shame in myself,
Expressing love but in a way it's hard to fall, I guess in life I really need some help, For the bad memories and fears of growing Old and alone while filling voids and the Waking of the sun yet I'm tending to the throne Of a failure, Want it all to be a dream to awaken from.