so it seems that ive finally let go of almost everything that i used to keep close like the bag of stones that i kept neat in case i ever needed the pity or if things got shitty or i couldnt stand another night comatose ive been underneath these past few years i need some time to stretch my legs and stand up straight adjust my eyes to the sun i just want to be brighter its hell or cold new or old not in between just separate im days away but afraid to stay irresolute and self detriment let the tree burn hot while you tear it down no more leaves were growing here anyhow but you keep a couple seeds deep inside your chest cause you can never let go of what you thought what best and it couldnt make anymore sense to me ive been all alone in these woods ive grown to know ive been so nostalgic melancholic a branch that ceases to grow ive been holding back the words to find a way to call you out the urge is growing unfolding look like its back to work and back to no sleep for me let the tree burn hot while you tear it down no more leaves were growing here anyhow but you keep a couple seeds deep inside your chest cause you can never let go of what you thought what best and it couldnt make anymore sense to me