hiding fingers to contemplate the time
fingers are quick to find fault
and quiet under quiet class
i used to beat myself up
but that was just the tired talking
and it keeps going
i'm tired of contemplating self worth all the time
tired of feeling loss over those who have since found a life without me, even if i'm glad about it
i am tired of fighting a battle i knew i didn't want to fight
but most of all
i'm tired of unloading on the only perfection i know
there will be a better way, and i am learning it
there's nothing more beautiful than patience and tolerance
i'm working on being just those

now i draw my lines
say my bounds
and excelerate my life into beautiful surprises