forcing wasn't meant    you'll break the menace that holds    why the strain    why the stall for no reason    landing on the steep    the flat is where you scorn    buckling, steadu breathing    weed your thoughts    there's something missing       yielded to you    why the strain    sour taste with every word    at loss for meaning now to risk it all       moments of moments    tarnished reasoning when i feel    worn, full glass of doubts    needs to be washed out       constant breathing    open the gates to remember this feeling    the rest of your life    it's right in front of you       you left a sour taste i cannot take    loss of meaning    loss of count    false start i've disowned    you fold