I start to move forward I'm doing well but That scab screams my name So I scratch it to hear what it's saying To hear what its saying Replay Every scene Organs freeze All of my vitals dim in and out (in and out) Desperate to breathe I have seen months of progression All wither out They wither out So I search agressively in hopes to find the part of me that I used to love I used to know, but I'm gone And it's bleeding out Everywhere that I go theres a constant reminder A place A feeling I can't get around Once I start, I can't stop And the foliage falls at my feet In the form of a memory lost I trip and fall Maybe I'm subconsciously a masochist who loves to ff my own mind I wear it out A wear of doubt I still search desparately in hopes to find the part of me that you seem to have It's gone and I'm bleeding out Everywhere that I go There's a constant reminder A place A feeling I can't get around Once I start, I can't stop And the foliage falls at my feet In the form of a memory Black and white is how I see Never read between A dozen weeks of progress Wither out, they wither out Searching in and out of me Planning surgery I tear apart my ribcage Just to double check but still you've got it You've got it Too late (too late) Growing (growing) Too late (everywhere that I go) Growing (everywhere that I go)