I keep finding ways to push the good out for the bad
Oh, how selfish of myself
To always say that it was more than I could take
Like it was pain I couldn’t shake
Like it could break me with its fingers
Throw my body in the lake and I would slowly sink away
But the truth is it was sorrow that I made and wouldn’t face
See, I keep falling for the future after tripping on the past
And I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last
Like it defines me or reminds me
I’ve found comfort in my suffering
And uncertainty in happiness and death
Because what’s next is such a mystery to me
And I am terrified of all the things I feel but cannot see