I'm drowning
My time on this plane is withering
I'm a flower that neglects itself
Hoping that I share the same fate as my time
I don't want to be here
But I have no choice
Nay
I have a choice
I just don't have the courage
So I carry on
Taking the punches
Forever turning the other cheek
Constantly treating myself like a punching bag
Forever bruised
Can't even recognize myself
Rearranged and arranged
Time and time again
Waiting for the courage to flee