slipping
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Ears pounding from the sound of my own disappearance
My feet forever ceaseless in their own escape
Limbs burning, gazed focused solely on the exit
Running
A little scratch
A tiny scrape
Falling into the crevasse again
I didn't know the love of late
Could push us deeper down
Why I always gotta be the talk of the town, leave me alone, just trynna get my feet off the ground
Talkative people and silent movers
stalk their sleep without a peep.
sinking and rolling, never really knowing
if ground is up and if down is round.
Reality fades into managing days
Tell me why I feel like I'm slowly slipping away from you
When we haven't even been together for long
I just feel like I'm not good enough for you
I feel like I can't be the girl you dream of me to be
But I do try
