I start to move forward I'm doing well but

that scab screams my name

so I scratch it to hear what it's sayingto hear what its saying



Replay

every scene

organs freeze

all of my vitals dim in and out (in and out)

desperate to breathe

I have seen months of progression

all wither out

they wither out



so I search agressively in hopes to find the part of me that I used to love

I used to know, but I'm gone

and it's bleeding out

everywhere that I go theres a constant reminder

a place

a feeling I can't get around

once I start, I can't stop

and the foliage falls at my feet

in the form of a memory lost

I trip and fall



maybe I'm subconsciously a masochist who loves to ff my own mind

I wear it out

a wear of doubt



I still search desparately in hopes to find the part of me that you seem to have

It's gone and I'm bleeding out



everywhere that I go

there's a constant reminder

a place

a feeling I can't get around

once I start, I can't stop

and the foliage falls at my feet

in the form of a memory



black and white is how I see

never read between

a dozen weeks of progress

wither out, they wither out

searching in and out of me

planning surgery

I tear apart my ribcage

just to double check but still you've got it

you've got it



too late (too late)

growing (growing)

too late (everywhere that I go)

growing (everywhere that I go)