My name is Emma.
For some reason I can’t spit this shit
When it comes out my mouth it stutters and trips
Because the gravity of my words can be so real
And the truth isn’t something I am ready to feel
It’s just too hard to deal
Each layer I peel
Back
Is so surreal
And it’s all too deep
trapped
I’ve been losing sleep
I lean back and close my eyes
Hoping for a sudden demise
This just hurts too fucking much
I throw my hands up, I’ve had enough
But when I open my eyes again
I realize that I’m still breathin
I’m still alive and I am still weaving
Through the bullshit, and through the center line
I just scream fuck it, one day I’ll shine
Like the headlights shaking me awake
I don’t even stop or put on the break
Just swerve around the oncoming collision
And try to sort through the double vision