Low again

Sonethings pulled me back down

Trod on enough times


Im torn and look for home

All around but it cant be found

And so i hide

In the bath with a plate full


For my own space

Retreating once again

I cant hold you if im not holding me

Free me from this life thats not mine

Your moves a crime

To my rhyme

I find this so hard to vibe on

Ride along

Hide in my own song

Secret to a mind

Your blind and im meant to hold space

But im sharing my energy strained

Trying to lift us

This blinds us

Hide away, a place to fly away, ground me, im dead in the places u poke me. I wonder what it would be like for you to hold, too.


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