Cbsent thoughts, a reality I can't sustain.
I push myself in,I hide from the blame.

cbsent thoughts, a reality I can't sustain.
I push myself in,I hide from the blame.

cmong the mold and behind the trees.
I found the fragments that made the better parts of me.
Pulled at the thread, ended up too deep.
I see the clearing, there's no outs for me.

What's ingrained in him?
What meets the dirt?
Drift below just to feel the hurt.

What makes them?
It makes me.
No choices.
I'm begging.

Pulled at the thread.