Hold It Together

Speaking from a distance, you're more than gifted if you do decide to listen

To the angel on your shoulder rather than the devil that makes your mind a prison

Mind you, inside I'm dying too as I write this intimate sentence

I hope this message finds you well

Nowhere near broke or dented

The conditions of my adolescence and what's been given to my

Somewhat innocent eyes since then

It all left me disturbed and stricken, yeah

These are just how my thoughts get past 11

I need some sort of incentive, cause I've been living senseless

What the fuck is even a blessing

Cause I know when I wake up, it's back to stressin, yeah, it's back to stressing