And how many bullets do I let take me
Seems climbing higher doesn't work conventionally
I see the sky
I show my might
I run and hide
And then confide
In you
Or what I want to see you as
Its true
I may just be slippin' fast
I need to wake up and smell the reality
I need to change up and calm my soul
I need to make a way outta this line of fire
Because where I'm at I am so cold
Frozen by my own jealousy
Iced up by my insecurities
The one left to change
The one left to make a better way
Is the one who writes
Day
After day
After day
What else am I to say
Pencils down
Time has passed
I can't, on my own, make us last
The crash
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