I hold tight
I am full of blind trust
in us i belive
your hands dont heal as much
why do i feel like this cut is just the start.
Trouble is common
disagreements are the norm
but i truly belive that you can
be the one
or maybe its my fault
that i convinced myself
all by my own
that you can do no wrong.
For air i am grasping
through the hand
that i am chocking myself with.
You might not be the perfect one
but staying is my calling
maybe out of fear that it might only get worse
as my age only grows larger
and my eyes only desire less light
only desire the door on top of me
be sealed shut and covered by crumbs.
I hold on tighly as if you were sand
I keep on trying harder
I dont think its ever going to be enough.
This sand leaves burning scars
that im able to handle
new tissue will replace it
there is nothing i cannot outlast.
Hurts nontheless as it shows
a body full of scars hides a barely living heart
living as a deer looking at the white bright light
just at the verge of not
but in awe by the show that wont be just that.
I am determined cant you see?
I trust in us thats true
I would bet my heart on you
I would beg to god on my knees
and maybe thats the issue
maybe all that i need is to let it be
and wake myself from this nightmare,
and set you free from me.
