Skeletons in the Closet

only consistency in life is that I disappoint

lower my expectations to the point that I've scraped through the barrel

makes me go wild, I’m feral

staring at my bare ass I'm vulnerable

shouldering another day of shooting myself in the foot

blood screaming at me look

doing the same thing will bring the same thing

but even i dont trust myself

so why would i put my wellness in the hands of someone else

im accountable to myself first and foremost

It's my own faults that haunt me, they ghost

And you know I thank God that they disappear too

ruling out the voodoo shit that wounds me or feeling blue

Lucifer going lunatic 'cause I'm losing being lost

Finished watching him abolish all that I’d accomplished

Disappointed that old devil by realizing I've had potential

He dragged me down and put burns in my throat

But it was me who got back up and gave myself the most