It was late.
Sometimes I think
There's too much air
In my lungs,
I try to take a deep breath
Rid myself of weakness
Maybe I've just got a defect
Gonna end up in a pile of rejects
That depress
It'll be me next
These thoughts I can't repress
But I digress
Sometimes I think
There's not enough air
In my lungs,
I breathe in
The struggle deepens 's'not leaving
I'm grieving the loss of normalcy
Teething,
Waiting for something worth eating
Asking for one thing to believe in
I've been searching for all new meaning
What should I sing?
The bells ring
Perfect Timing
Count to 10
Then count again
Steady yourself,
Blink, and then
Check the time
Watch it pass
Count to 10
Then count again