Chonny Jash | three paces away. @ChonnyJash | Uploaded 2 years ago | Updated 7 hours ago
note: this is a sensationalized account of feelings i had quite some time ago.
which is to say, don't call headspace.

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LYRICS:

I'm not good at all that much.
I can't sing, I can't write and I know that I'm out of touch.
I'm not worth much. That, I know.
So maybe it's fair that these days and these nights feel so alone.

I've got worries, I've got sins.
But I know it's not all that bad in the scheme of things.
And yet I lay here, half-alive.
I can't find any willpower I need now to fix this life.

I can't tell you why, I feel this way.
And I can't promise that I will still be here in three days.
All it takes is one miscalculation
to lock yourself into the end; to embrace stagnation.


I won't lie to you. Oh, I'm not well.
I'm three paces away from reserving my place in hell.
But it's not anyone's fault. It's what I deserve
for the things that I've thought that I know no one else has heard.

If I cry for help, but no one can hear,
does it mean that the feelings I've felt have been insincere?
Is that what I truly fear?


I'm not worth much. That, I know.
And it's getting harder to find a reason not to go.
But I'm not done yet. I'm still here.
So I'll stick around just for one more moment, to find some cheer.