Music Box1 min 347 1 min 347
To my family:
It's never been easier to write.
I bite my tongue and hold my breath.
I try to hold on to what's left.
I rallied the troops and recked
The train that was running after me.
But now there's no pressure,
There's nothing to reassure
That I will work like I must.
As such, I've been constructing a new locomotive.
I built it safer for one motive.
It's so it won't be my wreck.
If you ask me what the heck I'm doing,
I will say I'm trying to study,
While I keep my love life sturdy
In order to find the only one thing
I need in life to keep the fight.
Tryna do what's right is never easy,
But I try to stay breezy,
Light-headed and chill.
The book and quill is just my confidant,
As I hope to become a referent
With all the things I wrote.
I am devoted, though I need peace of mind.
The music box is ticking for rewind,
And I must keep winding and winding.
If I let it slip over one second too long,
The monster inside jumps
And my goosebumps will say it's too late,
Everything will have gone too wrong.