Expiry Date
Tragic
Am I moving backward?
I can't tell these days
Am I losing touch or do I think too much?
Over-analyzing, I internalize everything these days
So I put my palms together
I promise that I'll
Put in all the effort
Head in it all
In spite of all the pressure
I walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy
Step out from the pile
I promise that I
Make this worth your while
Head in it all
Because I know that I
I'll walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy
Dried up
Nothing in the reservoir
I thirst these days
Put the blinders on until the thoughts are gone
And all the doubt vacates and gives my head some space
It's kind of hard these days
So I put my palms together
I promise that I'll
Put in all the effort
Head in it all
In spite of all the pressure
I walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy
Step out from the pile
I promise that I
Make this worth your while
Head in it all
Because I know that I
I'll walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy
If you put me on a shelf I won't live long
If you say its temporary I'll be gone
All my fingernails picked until the ends(reaped and sewed, dry and old）
If I said I wasn't anxious, it's a lie
If I said the validations soothes my mind
Does that make me more human in your eyes?
Everybody has a date that they expire
Is it shameful that this keeps me up some nights
Knowing that if I don't play my cards just right
Every part of this could vanish from my hands
Fingernails bitten to the ends