they say your a feather your so soft, feather your so soft

if it was your time would you be fine, if it was your time

you know, the places I go

I’m never without you

this feeling, this feeling on me

& if i could make you understand my lonely position

hire physician to physically diagnose my constant stagnation for stiffness in my limbs when

confrontation is present

i feel lesser, i feel desperate, i feel helpless

i know **** wanted to settle this shit, call it depression, call it a bleakness

seek within the deepest piece it together with chords and letters

only brings temporary peace so i let it

i let it thrive

let this feeling ride out, maybe I’ll weigh it out by the night time

a family death, in depth i was over emotional, too hard to process so i never did

until i seen caskets and tears sliding eyeing that lifeless body a waterfall from my eye sockets

dammit your so soft and vulnerable

overly in your feelings just guidable

you know, the places, I go

if it was your time would you be fine, if it was your time