Promise me you won't let me drow.
Promise me I won't fall down.
I must not drown in the water I try too ride.
I must not fall down the mountains I climb.
But what if I carry the mountains?
What if I can't move the mountains?
What if I don't float but sink?
I'm at the brink of falling under the weight.
I'm drowning in my thoughts.
I am not blate, I just don't have self worth.
Why must I move these impossible mountains?
I am a fountain of hate, for myself and this world,
but I hate myself because I hate the world.
Instead of sweet bliss memories remind of a time
where I was unhurt.
"The reason I cry is not nostalgia but because I can't go back!"
I blurt.
I can't move these mountains!
But what if I cross these mountains?