Trying too hard to make it right
when all I do is make the air tight
I try to understand the pain
The more I do the less trust I gain
There is only one me in the world
If I could pay someone to make it happy for me I would.
But unfortunately the karma is too big to risk
Who to trust and who not to
that's always between a rock and a hard place
But maybe that hard place is just made out of cardboard
My life was too big to handle
so I forcefully stuffed it in a bottle
And now I can't get it out, without breaking the bottle
But the thought of broken glass tearing it apart leaves me to stare
For now my life will remain in the bottle.