I trip over my own thoughts,
so I make knot after knot,
to create a red thread,
but nothing seams to make sense,
So I try harder and for longer,
and I turn to you when it's heavy,
when my fears crawl under my skin,
I turn to you and I hold on,
I hold on with everything I have,
and some days when its unbearable,
I hold on to myself and manage
to pretend its a one off.