Sorry I’ve been M.I.A
Nothing personal, I’ve just been trying not to kill myself
Please excuse this poor cliché
I pretend I’m fine, but my seclusion is a cry for help
I could climb the ladder, but I’m way to tired to grab the rungs
Don’t come find me, I’ve been building my home safe at rock bottom
I kinda wish no one could hear when I’m screaming out my lungs
It’s harder never to be lonely, the space fits me like a glove