I can feel myself sinking
into a canyon of stupidity
I should not take a path
that leads me to nothing
You could sail seas of tenderness
and still face a storm

I bathe my skin in fear,
Paint my nails the shade of doubt
that is dark as my worries are loud
Teeth brushed with craving,
I apply lies to my lips,
Desperation on my eyelids
for someone to tell me that I will be okay

One Two Three
Four Five Six
Counting the times in my head
that I've felt like this
(Too many for a soul
that is so young)