You do what you do to silence me, but your passes are thrown a little too relentlessly.
And at times all I can do is tell myself in a way your efforts are quite circular, and cowardly funny.
You’ll get it eventually…
But I didn’t come here to start a fight.
And I didn’t show up to prove I’m right.
There was a time I lived to engage in a feeling of intensity.
Back then, my own patterns and thoughts were hidden from my conscious to fully free.
You put up a front when you can’t face your own insecurities…
But over is the time where you have the best of me.