Still water never  will become clean
I was never allowed to dream
Suppressed, depressed, existing
My light, can't be too bright, what would others think?
Inflamed, tainted, jaded, non believing
I hid within false realities
Lying to myself and lying to many
Sitting in my own filth, stiff
Basic, drowning in my imperfect fifth
Still water...
Why wouldn't I let go
Why wouldn't I flow
Knowing then what I now know
I was my number one enemy, I stunted my growth
Chained, afraid, but yet so fearless in the danger zone
Waited to hear my own voice to call me to come home
A voice muffled out by lies upon lies
And I even dared to cry
Sitting in my own ****
Sitting in my own ****
When I could get up, I'm not paralyzed
Not blind, ungrateful, not using my eyes
Still water...
Let go
Just flow