Throw away the net of protection in this world: jobs, material possessions, health and fall, fall into the arms of love. Trust you will be held, Held in deep security, by the Maker, who wrote your days before.
Some days I don't notice, But over and over, I'm the blanket, You don't want to throw, I'm always there to pick you up, That's all I have ever been, Picked up and used when your down.
I am done trying to satisfy you and it feels so good to get you off my back. I tried to cary you for three years occasionally dropping you to see if you'd react but you were clinging on to me for dear life and while trying to save yourself you were drowning me along the way. I used to believe that I was comfortable drowning and that it became apart of my human nature that we all ocassionally felt helpless and incapable of standing on our own two feet but the entire time it was you making me feel like I needed a life vest although I already knew how to swim. Even when the time came to let you go for good to fend for yourself against the waves you still tried to save yourself and tried dragging me down further but I finally held my breath and untied the block you tied to my ankles. Im not gonna lie I did this to you too but I let you think you were free then got scared because you made me feel like I was sinking without you. But I finally solved the puzzle to my happiness and it doesnt involve you. thanks for wasting three years of my time.
