No matter how hard I try to relax I always seem to be hyper alert of my surroundings
Some call it a curse, but I am fully aware of the strength of the tongue so I chose to call it self preservation
You ever feel like you can’t put a foot right, I should cut it off
You ever had to take a break from making mistakes then realised it was mistake
I can’t let my hair down for a minute
I can’t stop chasing the feelings of my childhood
I’m too far gone, aren’t I ?
My toes fingers and palms twitchy, sweaty
I’m tired of the constant thoughts, but I can’t stop now, my city needs me.
Sometimes you have to let go of the demons even though they’re the only ones that understand you.
For the sake of self preservation