work hard to keep it up the facade of being present
work to maintain, never show shame of all the things I’ve done in my past
I’ve asked forgiveness, hoping for a one way ticket out of this wilderness
July hasn’t been kind, messing with my mind. What If I wasn’t here?
Sorry Universe, this like gets/got me down, feeling like a clown
All the work I put into keeping the facade up, to see it come down
Cry myself to sleep, shout into a pillow, allowing myself to willow in the wind of disappointment
I’m not this, this is not me
You’re breaking me down, is it to build me up?