To maintain or see things through
Way, way too easy like these hearts were meant to break
I'm always fearful of sharing these things I make
But you ask me where it's gone
And I'll tell you I don't know
But you stick around trynna save me
Face first into the ground
I should get up but I'm just lazy
And I do this all the time
Right words to sort a rhyme
Too open as my mind, maybe
All of these feelings keep coming to me
I let 'em go, let 'em drown in the sea
All of these feelings keep coming to me
I let 'em go, let 'em drift in the breeze