𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭

Being insecure

There’s no cure

I’m not sure

Why you’re not sure

But the way to be secure

Is to be completely pure

In your own intentions

Listen to your intuition

But you don’t shut up to see the vision

Manifesting the past

Temporary satisfactions do not last

This little time was a blast

But this disappearance spell

I shall cast

Will turn your ego cold

No longer can you hold

Or control the mold

I’ve become

Playing with my feelings was fun

But it’s not too fun

With the cat got the gun

I think you should run, son