I'm seeing it past this way
Intend to watch as I breakuntil it happens again
Steal in and hide away
Set destination straight from the familiar
Cleared out
It happens several times a year now
Once better, now accepted as retreat/release
One side of the real me
Turn my senses down and flip them backwards
No goodbyes, no missing family
If you were me and I was you, exactly how deep would I see through?
Always second guessing that you would behave the way
I wanted to somewhat dedicate this one out to future life mistakes
I can't predict the death of me
The face/the state which will hold my heart
Oh my mind, all the bullshit you put me through
I'll follow through once you're left behind
That's all in good time
But it's a farce, passed on down the line
That's all in good time