The truth is all these rhymes

Barely hold me together

But I still try

To bare it through the bad weather

Winter's harsh sting

So unforgiving

Inside hiding

It's okay don't want to be seen

But there's still the moon

And I still really love the color blue

And after the quiet comes

I still have my baby's sleepy hum

Losing what my hurt brings

Keeping my best thing to myself

Losing what my hurt brings

Keeping my worst thing to myself

Leave my body with anyone but me

I can't be responsible you see

This whole time passing as a boss

All the while just a little lost