im moving a little too fast,
my father told me to stop my dash,
you'll get a cast,
so i looked back,
and i fell down,
much to my surprise i hit the ground,
so i went to the ER just for them to tell me i was made of stars,
that i was fragile and i hit too hard,
some healing takes a little longer than we expect,
so my rep decreased,
like i was deceased,
like i had some sort of disability,
can't you see the passion trickling, trickling, trickling?
You see my injuries are crippling,
but I have no means of admitting defeat.
Because I am not yet defeated,
nor am I broken,
nor is it your decision to decide who I am based on what I am.