Another dance with the past
Happiness is really hard to find when you’re not in the right mindset for it
Corrupted by past trauma that has made a room in my mind
An obstacle from absorbing light that shines on you
Clouded with the sorrow of how you dumb me
Left in a puddle of mud that I’ve been rescued from time and time again
Only for you to take me there, claiming it’s where I belong
My mind equals inferior to yours
So I belong in a sandbox
Only seems to be empty of all experience
So I belong in a trash bag
Only seems to be full of dumb mentalities
So I belong in a duffle bag to be shipped home
Why am I so low in your eyes?
All because my mind went through something I can’t still comprehend mixed with a lot of bad history
Am I not good enough?
Not special anymore?
Not spectacular like I used to be or was I always?
Wake up Sir
Maybe the problem is you
Maybe the problem is how I let you kick me down and encourage it
Maybe the problem is I can’t and choose not to be lonely, so I welcome your shit
Oh, now I’ve swallowed it for too long
It’s coming out at a speed you’re not convenient with
It itches you how I don’t agree with your thoughts
How I don’t value them like you want me to
Sad
Very sad
Let’s not try to revive what is dead
All you’ve shown me only makes me want to put the past in the past
No more roller coaster rides with you
I’m dizzy enough with problems of my own
I choose not to be pushed over the edge by you
I better hold onto the sanity I have left
You’re no good for me
Took me a while to realize…
