I let you out tomorrow and I'm feeling it today
the loss is overwhelming but I know I'll be okay
The person I was growing would've suffered more than lived
so rather than be broken be responsible for this
Another day is coming and it may not be the last
you have to be prepared to face the choices of your past
Allow them to define you like a punch unto the gut
Or watch the way they move you on your way to giving up
I need a sponge to soak up all the blood I've lost and spilled
The seventh month surrenders, I am sorry I have killed