I hope that good time you wanted, you found
Now look at you, scared to show your toxic face around town
My heart aches for the clowns
Who tried to talk me down
When I just wanted them to hear the sound
Of the truth.
I continue to physically carry my truth
So what’s your proof?
Continue to lurk and feign
Misinterpreting and delusionally connecting things
While I continue to sing.
High in praise
On the snuggle days
Getting my anxiety rubbed away
By the same ole energy that you allow to play
I hope everyone involved continues to heal through
Hopefully you can be as loud in your truth
We all recognize the signs
Realizing all the times you lied
Should’ve listened to me in the past
For this is where your ego dies.