Forgive me for my ignorance, forgive me for despair
Forgive me are you still listening I mean are you really there
I rhyme my confessions I don't know if that's a blessing
But after I write I feel like dying less that's a lesson
I'm trying to listen to myself I guess
I'm working on impermanence
I'm trying to trust myself cause I'm never really sure of shit
I feel guilty when I'm happy like I should be depressed
Sabotaging all my joy I made a nеst in this mess
I've been neglеcting chris I guess I'm reflecting on this
Self respect I'm perfecting it bad vibes I'm rejecting them
My energy I'm protecting it, villains I'm detecting them
Spirit guides I connect with them they say disinfect the scum
Um I'm sorry for rambling did you leave, are you there
With each breath I feel like I'm gambling scrambling for air
My anxiety competes with chemicals and my sobriety
I let people walk all over me then blame it on society
I'm sorry you're not my diary but you listen so quietly
Rap is my psychiatry my thoughts are finally quieting
If you're still really there I have two questions for you
Why can't I open my eyes I mean why can't I move
I think that I am dead I think that I am in a coma
I think that I got in a car wreck and I got a hematoma
I overthink my analysis is it my hypothalamus
I think I have a fever I'm feeling hotter than Dallas is
I feel like a ghost is there a vent where my mouth is
No, you're not dead, it's sleep paralysis