i'm struggling with every part of speech
to find the words that adequately capture me
i've questions, and quandaries, and curiosity
i've ideas, and dreams, and fantasy,
can i be someone who can just be happy to be?
fuck, i'm running out of time and i'm hardly me
i'm losing my grip on reality
i'm falling for every fallacy
i'm flying everywhere, yet i can hardly see
i'm running out of time and i'm hardly me
i wanna make, i wanna show creativity,
i wanna share all of myself expressively
i wanna tell you what the world looks like
through eyes like these
with a face like this, and this heartbeat
as i scratch, and i claw, and i fight, and i reach
up just to stay afloat, looking for the beach
where i can finally let it all out and just breathe
without feeling like
i'm running out of time and i'm hardly me
there's a fire and a passion but it comes and goes
its life and its us flailing in its throes
feels like we get put here for just a minute or three
I keep trying to be more but i'm hardly me