If I were to say everything on my mind
It would start with these unkind thoughts
That convince me how much of a fucking fuckup I’m destined to be
Fucked up how I don’t practice what I preach
Fucked up when my dream turn into reality yet I’m convinced they’re outta reach
Why do I do this to myself
I love the vessel but hate that I’m not strong enough to treat it with respect, love, and caress
This pride makes me feel like everyone’s against me
And a hyper active intuition binds me to an ever ending palm tree
While it whispers “you can’t escape me, I will never set you free.”
But they’re telling me that I’m a prisoner to my dignity
And this lifestyles is paralyzing me
Breath —reset —readjust
Let go of all these thorn and trust
In the God
But she’s not listening to me
If I were to say everything on my mind
She’d be the first one that would agree
I am a fuck up who’s lost in this planet
Trying to put on a gusty front
She can see through the glass mirror that I’ve built in fear of my own reflection
And when you see the real me it projects into your hue
If I were to say everything on my mind
I’d tell you it ain’t true
Cause when you think what you’re seeing is on the surface
Further reflections reveal the curses