You’re making all these mistakes.
You make it seem like it’s just give or take.
Not seeing what you break,
which then brings on a heavy plate
Held by something that’s fake.
Reminds me of a snake but to you,
it’s a beautiful curvy lake.
Now this makes me ache.
That time you said it was the brakes.
You know well that I’m not the one to fake.
Just might make me say I hate...
I hate that you can’t see,
That we are not granteed.
And what’s that saying about the family tree?
I feel you don’t know what that means.
And Please don’t think I’m being carefree,
I just can’t stop thinking about that tree...