Never felt so sedated, i'm in trouble again
i'm in trouble again, but blame it on my brain,
I'm done with the waiting, the call
I'm imagining swimming in the sea, front crawl.
Theres alot I could say I don't own
and alot of chances that I have blown,
I wish I counted the freckles, and was better at math,
but I don't let these get the better of my wrath.
I'm mindless, clueless, staring trouble in the face
But all I really see is a canvas blanked space
I'm never on focus, I feel tranquilized
I'm jumbling, i'm in trouble, realized.
Holly New
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