I jumped in too deep,
I gave my heart too quick.
This isn't me, and my soul's a little sick.
My gut's in knots, I'm a little suffocated,
And in order to breathe, I know I'll have to do
What's against what I want,
In order to receive, what I need.
Breathe. Air. Self. Me.
I must break another,
To save what I've worked hard to gain:
My sanity--
My identity.
