Seashell

Seashell

We bleed for us. 

We see the mess. 

Deceitful lust. 

Defeated rest. 

Obsessed with them. 

But not for me. 

I'm dressed for them. 

But not for me. 

Forget them.

Remember me. 

If people don't like u for who you are. 

Dont raise the bar, be who you are. 

Wait for the person who loves who you are. 

Wait for the person who strives to be them and never more. 

She will be your lure, she'll open the door. 

She sells her soul on the seashore. 

She tells herself she'll never be more. 

And you'll bring more to make herself more. 

And both you and her will sore and sore. 

End the battle, dont fight for her war. 

Just stop the conflict and fall to the floor. 

Knees on the ground and eyes up to her. 

Sell her your seashell upon the seafloor. 

For she is your sea you won't drown to be hers.