Expiry Date

Tragic

Am I moving backward?

I can't tell these days

Am I losing touch or do I think too much?

Over-analyzing, I internalize everything these days

So I put my palms together

I promise that I'll

Put in all the effort

Head in it all

In spite of all the pressure

I walk until my feet bleed

Furthest thing from easy

Step out from the pile

I promise that I

Make this worth your while

Head in it all

Because I know that I

I'll walk until my feet bleed

Furthest thing from easy

Dried up

Nothing in the reservoir

I thirst these days

Put the blinders on until the thoughts are gone

And all the doubt vacates and gives my head some space

It's kind of hard these days

So I put my palms together

I promise that I'll

Put in all the effort

Head in it all

In spite of all the pressure

I walk until my feet bleed

Furthest thing from easy

Step out from the pile

I promise that I

Make this worth your while

Head in it all

Because I know that I

I'll walk until my feet bleed

Furthest thing from easy

If you put me on a shelf I won't live long

If you say its temporary I'll be gone

All my fingernails picked until the ends(reaped and sewed, dry and old）

If I said I wasn't anxious, it's a lie

If I said the validations soothes my mind

Does that make me more human in your eyes?

Everybody has a date that they expire

Is it shameful that this keeps me up some nights

Knowing that if I don't play my cards just right

Every part of this could vanish from my hands

Fingernails bitten to the ends