After Falling Apart, Stitch Yourself Together
Tripping over the end of the quarter
Almost make it across the border
Fine line between sanity
And crazy common rarity
Where you lose your mind
Over somthin’ less than a crime
Wanted to press rewind
To search for something I can’t find
Closing the space that keeps me
From Realizing what I can’t see
When I simply cringe
When I’m on the hinge
Of breaking through
The time that you
Took for granted
My life is looking slanted
Shush, no one wants to know the struggle
They be dealing with their own Muzzle
That they were sentenced with
Since the time, of their first breathe
One two three
Breath breath breath
Four five six
Stich stitch stitch
Put it back together
Stop wondering whether
You gonna make it
Cause if it not you better fake it
Stop pitying yourself
You don’t know what's on the next shelf
Until you decide to look
With your own eyes in search of that book
That you know could help
So stop worrying about your wealth
Worrying about your smarts
Or the fact that your heart
Remains absent of another
Significant other
Not everybody
Is gonna have somebody
So when you see someone in distress
Try and make the problem less
Ask about their day
Ask if they’re okay
Time is only a limit
If you let it
Be in charge of your success
You decide to be more or less
Than what you wish, want to be
One two three
Breath Breath breath
Four five six
Stich stitch stitch
Put it back together
Stop wondering whether
You gonna make it
Cause if it not you better fake it
Look into the eyes
The ones that cries
Coming from the loss of life
Now compare it to your own strife
It doesn’t matter if it worse
Doesn’t matter if its better of course
Both of you going through a bump
Put those struggles in a clump
That's all that matters
Not the one that's on the highest ladder
Suffering is suffering
When things seem to be tumbling
Into a colossal amount of damage
And its caving in like a stomach thats famished
Remember to find a person
Look for a person who will listen
Or help you think
A distraction for the stink
Of disappointment
That sets its own appointments
Right when we don’t need it
Close your eyes and you won’t see it
One two three
Breath Breath breath
Four five six
Stich stitch stitch
Put it back together
Stop wondering whether
You gonna make it
Cause if it not you better fake it