Plies ft. Keri Hilson ~ Medicine
So I am on the edge and barely fastened by tired fingertips. I am barely grasping, I am tired of trying to stay up there, it seems every moment of the day I am slowly being pushed closer, nudged, little whispers in my ear forcing me closer. And I am tired of holding on. I've let go, and now I bleed.
My legs bare new cuts, I will not be wearing the above dress till they've healed.
I feel like the Obsolete Man on The Twilight Zone. I have no purpose, therefore I am obsolete. I cannot learn, I cannot give myself confidence, I can merely stare and make stupid decisions and worsen things for others.
I've fucked a lot of stuff up.
