Weakly balancing on split tracks.
Please don't look at me like that.

Judgement returns my while insecurities are sold.
Heat can sometimes burn too cold.

The fire played with holds my mind tight.
Trapped inside it dims my own light.

Wanting the pain that hurts so good.
Doing things I don't want to think I should.

To those little moments of being pulled away by time.
Forgetting the conscious that draws clear lines.

Between quick satisfaction as the heart runs wild, and choosing satisfactions lasting longer than fake smiles.

I think I need to run away for a while.

I need you to hear me out this time.
While holding together my severed spine.

Time to start  keeping discretion in mind.

A mind open without haze, struggles or stories.
To see what can hold true in faiths controversial glory.