I asked "mom, are you worrying about me?"
She said "no" i said "youre smiling like youre lying"
The fear in my bones when I wake up has become a constant
Only because nothing ever gets accomplished
Thats because I don't have the right priorities
I'm losing to myself, walking on the edge, soon it will be over, end of the story
I'm done shifting now I'm just stale
Scared and too soft to lose my scales