Focus

There's a deep Focus In the way that I move In the way that I talk There's a deep Focus In the way I carry my cross In the ways I carry this cross But it gets heavy It becomes deadly When I'm mixing my emotions With all these drugs without caution It gets heavy It becomes deadly It's taking control of the inside And it leaves no place to hide Even when I focus Try to smell all the roses All I see is the thorns pulling flesh from my bones I can't even focus There's a deep Focus In the things that I write To try and feel with all my might I have to process All my wounds To try and make some room for all things good and all things new But it gets heavy It becomes deadly When I'm mixing my emotions With all these drugs without caution It gets heavy It becomes deadly It's taking control of the inside And it leaves no place to hide Even when I focus Try to smell all the roses All I see is the thorns pulling flesh from my bones I can't even focus It knows me better than I know myself I don't even have a fighting chance It knows my tides It knows my peaks It knows my branches and my leaves It's been here It's been here Since I was here