Trying to keep my head straight. Don’t wanna mess with my life. I better stand and face it - this haze is digging deeper into the night. I’m waiting for the morning. I’m waiting for the sun to burn through my skin, and ease my troubled mind, a peace so hard to find. I’m turning off my headlights - the wave is too revealing. It keeps on crushing me, preserves my suffering. Waiting on the headlines. The edge is more appealing. The fruit will rot inside, a truth you cannot hide.
I better not erase this, I better not forget who I wanted to be. I better not evade this, cos all I got to share is twisting on the inside of me.
People are cruel. People will stare. People won’t love you
they give you AWAY.
