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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
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