sometimes my choices
take me by surprise
sometimes they hardly make
much sense to me
i'm staring at the cliff
I climbed tonight
contemplating
ways I cannot flee
focused on surviving
the trip to the sharpest edge
in this stressful hell I was thriving
but now that I'm diving
I don't know where
the impulsive, unonstrained have run to
All that's left behind is me
Im barely aware
the world will keep spinning after tomorrow
feels just like a fever dream
lost my mind on healing
the cuts from the sharpest edge
to distract from what I was reaching
celebrated the breathing
glad that I have not
fallen apart
grateful that I'm hanging
by a thread
debilitated by the
sweetest part
bending under
thrilling tales they said
i'm better at dealing with hard times
than expections of good laughs
I polish the knobs
but forget to open the doors
cause I don't know where
the impulsive girl that wanted this has run to
All that's left behind is me
and how does she dare
to give me butterflies about tomorrow
and wonder if this life could be a dream
lose my mind on making
the most of knowing nothing
of what lies behind the horizon
without compromising
the rough of my edges
know I'm not the smoothest out there
maybe I could find something somewhere
but I don't know where
the impulsive, uncontrained have run to
baby that was never me
sick to my stomach when I think about what comes tomorrow
life has hardly been a dream
but it never stopped me
no it never stopped me
it never stopped me
no it never stopped me