My head is a frenzy of no good lies, But not accustomed to letting them go. The grasp of my fists Has kept me upright. But the reasons are undecided. Why do I stand too close, Why can’t I let go.
My heart is a place I find true, But what lies beneath it is deceiving. The tension in my pulse Has kept me stationery. But the reasons I am unsure of. Why do I keep believing, Why can’t I let go.