Forcing wasn't meant   You'll break the bend that   Holds   Why the strain   Why the stall for no reason   Landing on the steep   The flat is where you scorn   Buckling steady breathing   Weed your thoughts   There's something missing      Yield 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   Is 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