Estrangement
Please stop the clock and give me a minute
Not even that just a millisecond
To stop my thought and see how I'm feeling
Enemy creeping out
Please let me assess the situation
So I control all of the emotions
I'm meant to feel cause it's overloading
I'll overreact somehow
The insecurity infects me
I know you find it unnecessary
But I can't stop the words
So can you send out the emissary
I know I'm not that predictable
I know my actions are criminal
But you have to believe
When I say I'm not being me
Please filter red flags you see
It's not what you think
Just on the brink of
Escaping your reality
I'm feeling a little estranged from me
I start off high till hit the ceiling
Until I fall and I end up killing
All promises and you believe
"This will be the final time"
I build your hopes and I hold a veil
Until it drops and I can't conceal
The hidden truth and I cannot deal
I'll distract you somehow
The walls are getting sick of me
They wish I'd argue quietly
But they don't get the point
Neither do I entirely
I know it's kind of despicable
I know it's not that forgivable
But you have to believe
When I'm pleading that I'm sorry
Please filter red flags you see
It's not what you think
Just on the brink of
Escaping your reality
I'm feeling a little estranged from me
Take my Head
I'm not here
Please don't fear
Me
Please filter red flags you see
It's not what you think
Just on the brink of
Escaping your reality
Please filter red flags you see
Just on the brink of
Escaping your reality
I'm feeling a little estranged from me
Not even that just a millisecond
To stop my thought and see how I'm feeling
Enemy creeping out
Please let me assess the situation
So I control all of the emotions
I'm meant to feel cause it's overloading
I'll overreact somehow
The insecurity infects me
I know you find it unnecessary
But I can't stop the words
So can you send out the emissary
I know I'm not that predictable
I know my actions are criminal
But you have to believe
When I say I'm not being me
Please filter red flags you see
It's not what you think
Just on the brink of
Escaping your reality
I'm feeling a little estranged from me
I start off high till hit the ceiling
Until I fall and I end up killing
All promises and you believe
"This will be the final time"
I build your hopes and I hold a veil
Until it drops and I can't conceal
The hidden truth and I cannot deal
I'll distract you somehow
The walls are getting sick of me
They wish I'd argue quietly
But they don't get the point
Neither do I entirely
I know it's kind of despicable
I know it's not that forgivable
But you have to believe
When I'm pleading that I'm sorry
Please filter red flags you see
It's not what you think
Just on the brink of
Escaping your reality
I'm feeling a little estranged from me
Take my Head
I'm not here
Please don't fear
Me
Please filter red flags you see
It's not what you think
Just on the brink of
Escaping your reality
Please filter red flags you see
Just on the brink of
Escaping your reality
I'm feeling a little estranged from me
Credits
Writer(s): Lucretia Stokes
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