If I go, let the river write my name in dust,
Carve my sins in the tide, let the pain combust.
Let the bridge tell stories of this life I chose,
Of the depths and the shallows of the man I know.
If the world don’t break me, it’ll straighten my spine,
’Cause the dead feel nothing — but the living serve time.
When the night leans in, I face it eye-to-eye,
Turn the quiet in my chest to a truth that won’t die.
Going to have a reset tomorrow have a heal left considering flushing it afterthought fkjhdmjb for mmmmmm