July - Reclaimer

I don’t think I’m ready to let go

And I don’t want to be pessimistic but even if I could fix this

I don’t think I could carry on

But I never wanted you to feel like this

And I know its all my fault but I’ll just have to let you know

When I leave this earth it’ll be on my own terms

Cos I’m sick of being told that fate has a plan for me

I never felt in control

And all the nights I’ve spent scratching at my skin

The anxiety that creeps over me

I’ll never get a good night’s sleep again

If you ever knew the weight of this cloud above my head

You’d ask why it never rains

It constantly pours behind the absent look in my eyes

When I leave this earth it’ll be on my own terms

Cos I’m sick of being told that fate has a plan for me

I’ve never felt in control

I’ve been scratching at my skin