A lot of people, strive to be the hero. To protect us from the enemy, but what if you're a villain? Do you become it? Or protect against it?
Being trapped in the breast of a skepticist, blessed with an identity unsure so I question it, hefty load poured upon the node of a requisite, taking steps slow tippy toe through the mess of it
See im my own arch enemy, tip into the cauldron of my own dark recipe, engulf a couple gulps the fluid flows throughout the rest of me, I cut myself, a slice cause it's the only way i'll rest in peice
But as the walls of depression thin, body gets compressed because I started second guessing things, like where you at, who you with, who the f** you messaging, of course they're more important surely me keep me stuck in second string
Feel the sting as she strums on the first one, too amused now till it bows when the verse done, the tunes too loud so it drowns out the worst one, observe it sink down with the sound from the first strum
I wish I woulda f**ing overdosed, threw a few stones at the same sunken boat that broke, expecting it to change and arrange into open float, watch the truth range like the nose of pinocchio