Sitting on the verge of severe panic,
Mind going a million miles a minute I can't stand it.
My heart just wants to jump out of my chest. Hurts when you say poppa knows best. Because I thought I did. And I made moves for the good of my kid.
And I tried so **** hard to show you that your darkness took us over.
I'm left feeling like a mars rover. A desolate landscape devoid of habitation.
An emotional wasteland that defines annihilation.
My broken wheel left dragging in the dust. But I keep on going because for him I must.
My instruction coming from two hundred fifty million miles away.
Every thing I tell my body doesn't arrive for days.
Sometimes autopilot is the only way I can even get on with the day.
Nothing feels right and the world is askew,
I wish my life could just get to a point without you.
I want to find the innermost peace.
The kind that puts my heart at ease.
But right now it's too hard to breath.
I just need a little space, please.