Everyone figured out a new way to reach out.
They see the ******* when people fill themselves with doubt.
I'm fine.
That'll always be a lie,
Truth is I'm dying inside.
I'm a bit critical when I read my own writing.
Coming up with new words and metaphors is exhausting so with myself I'm constantly fighting.
I'm fine, i swear I am. I'm a deal woth **** in the shadows so I learn how to understand.
I'm afraid to reach out to a hand.
When I reached the light I find myself in the dark.
I've never gone far.
Home is my darkside.
To dark to hide.
I've been hiding away because I feel the need to isolate.
Guess it's about time to break.
Felt a little suicidal.
But I'm not going to let the dark control me because I've got a idol.
So i guess what I'm saying is that someday I'll be fine.