Okay

Square one again
Forgot how low it felt
Forgot the feeling of the rocks
At the bottom of myself

I treaded water
Till my arms and legs pruned up
Filled my lungs with fire
'Till it ran out of place to burn from

I made myself a mascot
For some fantasy of fitting in
I always got so pissed off
When I found myself not fitting in

Square one again
Forgot how low it felt
Forgot the feeling of the rocks
The bottom of myself